I took this picture in downtown San Jose at Guadalupe River Park. I stood up on a bench by the tennis courts and shot a picture of an old barn-ish place that is now in the process of being torn down.
Like so many of my fellow civil rights activists, I am still horrified by the passage of Prop 8. It has cast a shadow over what should be a time of celebration and HOPE. I am glad that people are mobilizing against Prop 8 as it gives me a place to protest. Protest. That almost seems too tame a word for what I really want to do. I want to scream til I’m hoarse. I want to force every one of those who voted 8 in to look a gay person in the face and tell them why they feel they shouldn’t have the same basic rights as they do. Tell them why they took away their civil rights.
I really don't understand how we can take such a basic right away from people. Doesn't it say in the Declaration of Independence that all men (and women) are created equal?
I watched a spoof video on The Onion that said we have finally become so angry and disillusioned that we could elect a Black man.
It’s interesting that those who have historically professed to be in favor of less government in our lives are the very people who are actually snooping in people’s bedrooms. You just can’t get more invasive than that!
Wasn't this country founded in the name of freedom? Our ancestors, except those brought here as slaves of course, came here to be free. To escape those who treated them as less than equal.
When we first arrived, to be free of tyranny, we almost immediately began our own tyranny against Native Americans. Why do we always seem to feel the need to designate someone to be less than us? Why must we operate from a place of there not being enough for everyone? Why can’t we be tolerant, loving, and generous? I just don’t get it. Is it bred into us, this need?
Some times it seems as though we become less enlightened as time goes by.