Harvey Milk Day

Just so you know, Save California, an anti-gay group, has put out this bucket of hate to mark the occasion (parental discretion advised - so call your mom and get her OK before you watch):



See also the updates I just posted to yesterday's story about the North Carolina preacher who wants to put us all "queers and homosexuals" in concentration camps until we die out, behind the electrified fences.

By way of contrast, here is California State Senator Leno explaining the day to his colleagues three years ago, when the state senate first authorized it:



Also, give a listen to the moving testimony of Dustin Lance Black before the state senate education committee:



And President Obama's remarks upon awarding Milk a posthumous Medal of Freedom in 2009:



Enuf said.

Harvey Milk Day

Today marks the first celebration of Harvey Milk Day in California, under a law passed in that state last year; while not a state holiday, public schools will mark the occasion.

Harvey would have turned 80 today; I wonder what he would have to say about the current gay-rights issues and other circumstances of national life here in 2010. He was assassinated in San Francisco on November 27, 1978 - Jimmy Carter was president then, John Paul II had just begun his reign as Pope, and nobody had ever heard of Oprah Winfrey.

And how did I miss this? - last August, President Obama awarded a posthumous Presidential Medal of Freedom to Milk, which was accepted by his nephew, Stuart, shown below.



Cleve Jones reflects on Harvey's life and legacy:

Marriage Equality Torpedoed in NY

God bless Sen. Eric Adams for his profound, courageous stand: 

"You don't have to be black to understand the pains of slavery.  You don't have to be gay to respect the rights of those who are."

More fine speeches from the floor of the New York Senate today here.

As Joe.My.God. and lots of others are reporting, the New York State Senate torpedoed marriage equality there today by a vote of 38-24 against.  In reaction, New York City gays and their supporters staged a protest in Times Square tonight.

Maggie Gallagher and her ilk are gloating, of course.

Shit.

Well guys, it's been a real downer, from the ecstatic high in May 2008 when the California Supremes green-lighted marriage equality to now, one of the low points in our struggle for full civil rights:  first Maine, now New York.  But you know, social change and progress have never come overnight in these United States. 

Look back at the women's suffrage movement, to simply give women the right to vote, no more:  first to last, that took FIFTY YEARS to accomplish, and our great-grandmothers had to endure heartbreaking defeats, over and over and over, in nearly all the state legislatures of that time.

And of course it took a HUNDRED YEARS for blacks to gain full equality under the law, from the end of the Civil War and slavery in 1865 to the Civil Rights Act of 1964, and Loving v. Virginia in 1967.  And all that time they were having to endure the separate and very unequal reign of segregation in the South and contemptuous attitudes in other parts of the nation.

And we could make mention of the similar long struggles of Native Americans, Hispanic Americans, Asian Americans, and others, for liberty and justice and the equal protection of the laws.  It's a sad but unfortunately true fact of life that majorities with power are very slow to admit others, outsiders, to the charmed circle of equal standing:  barring the intervention of a higher authority, it simply takes a long time for attitudes to change.  Some of us need look no further than our own families, our parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles, to see the truth of that.

Just like all the other outsiders, we are having to endure the slow process of acceptance and enlightenment.  Our struggle for equal marriage has been going on only a relatively short time:  since 2004, when Massachusetts was the first state to grant it; or you could start the clock with the first civil unions law in this country, passed by in Vermont in 1999.  But when you stop and think about how far we have come in just one single decade, it's actually very encouraging:  at the moment, 5 states (MA, VT, NH, CT, IA) offer full marriage equality, 10 other states, including the District of Columbia, offer civil unions or domestic partnerships with varying levels of rights and benefits, and New York state recognizes out-of-state same-sex marriages.

So nearly a third of the states of the Union recognize and protect, to one degree or another, our relationships, our equality, our humanity.  That's really quite breathtaking when I stop and think about it, as someone who remembers vividly what life was like 40 years ago at the time of the Stonewall riots:  as I've already written in another post, homosexuality was a dirty, ugly word; gay people were completely invisible in daily life; homos and queers were shadowy sex fiends in the popular imagination, the unholy perverts whom nobody ever actually saw in the light of day, but whom everybody just knew lurked in some dark, underground, back-alley place, waiting to molest innocent kids.

Nobody was out; just the suspicion of being queer was enough to get you fired from your job, and booted out of your residence.  In most states, you could be arrested, fined, and jailed, even locked up for hard time in prison, for any sexual activity with another man, even just a kiss if the authorities wanted to take it that far.  You could also be locked up in a mental hospital and subjected to electroshock, lobotomy, castration, or psychotropic drugs to "cure" you of your "mental illness," all totally against your will and without your consent; uncounted numbers of horrified mothers and fathers subjected their own sons and daughters to such barbaric treaments. 

So once again I say:  when I consider how far, how very, very far gay people have come just in my lifetime, the change, the progress we and society have made really is a breathtaking thing.

You guys under 40, who don't remember a time when gay people were not out and visible, were never mentioned on the nightly news, never depicted in TV shows or movies - a time when you could live to be 23 years old, as I did, without ever once meeting a person you knew for a certainty to be gay - well, in the midst of all your justified anger and frustration and outrage, you would do well to take a mental step outside all that sometimes, and consider things from a historical perspective. 

You of the younger generation - who never felt the isolation and despair of feeling like you were the one and only gay person in the entire world - should count your blessings all the while you are fighting for equality.  Things could be worse, much worse.  They have been - and not so long ago.  I know; I was there.

For some of us, it's been a long, long wait already for equality.  Apparently, it's going to be an even longer wait, and it may be that I won't live to see full civil rights for gay and all the other LGBT people all across this land.  But I have faith that such a day will come eventually, even to the remote corners of Texas, and to every city and town, field and plain, hill and molehill of the nation.

It's getting to be a cliche, but Martin Luther King's words remain an anchor of hope and inspiration: 

The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.

Keep the faith.  Do what you can - for yourself and for all the generations to follow.  Keep hope alive.  Never give up.

Our day will come.  In fact, it's already here.

Commie Homo Lovers Win Awards

A very moving speech for those of us who have lived so long under the heel of a homophobic society. Way past time for all that to change. BTW, I didn't know till now that Black was born in California but grew up in San Antone; interesting. also interesting is the fact that he was only 4 years old when Harvey Milk was killed.

I still haven't seen Milk; I'm waiting for it to come out on Netflix video.

You Gotta Give 'Em Hope

The movie Milk seems destined to be a classic; I can't wait to see it. An excerpt from Andrew Sullivan's review:

And so this movie was really about two gay men and the journey between them. The two gay men are Harvey Milk and Dan White. The two gay men are Barney Frank and Ted Haggard. The two gay men are Tony Kushner and Larry Craig. The two gay men are Frank Kameny and Roy Cohn. And as the years have passed by and HIV churned the gay world as powerfully as plagues and wars often do, these polarities were complemented by any number of variations in between.

What I've tried to express in my life is that there is a part of both these traditions within me and within most gay people. I can no more stop loving my church than I can stop laughing with drag queens. I can no more abandon my political conservatism than I can my cultural liberalism. I can no more disown my own Catholic family than I can my dead gay friends. And the struggle of these years has been the insistence that all of this is true and none of it should be denied. Because we are human before we are gay; and humans are complicated, fascinating, vulnerable creatures. We are all virtually normal. The goal of the movement Milk helped propel is not to allow everyone the freedom to be gay so much as it is to allow everyone the freedom to be themselves. . . .

The movie's brilliance is not that it begins and ends with his death as a reflection on the first and last things; it is that it begins and ends with Milk's love for another human being as well. This reach for intimacy - always vulnerable, always intimate, never safe - endures past movements and rallies and elections. These manifestations of the political are the means to that merely human end.

Which is why, in so many ways, the gay movement, at its very best, is something holy.

Roger Ebert makes these observations on the soul-warping power of the closet and the ennobling power of individual courage in his review of the film:

[Milk's] most fateful relationship was with Dan White, a seemingly straight member of the Board of Supervisors, a Catholic who said homosexuality was a sin and campaigned with his wife, kids and the American flag. An awkward alliance formed between Milk and White, who was probably gay and used their areas of political agreement as a beard. "I think he's one of us," Milk confided. The only gay supervisor, Milk was the only supervisor invited to the baptism of White's new baby. White was an alcoholic who all but revealed his sexuality to Milk during a drunken tirade, became unbalanced, resigned his position and on Nov. 27, 1978, walked into City Hall and assassinated Milk and Mayor George Moscone. . . .

"Milk" tells Harvey Milk's story as one of a transformed life, a victory for individual freedom over state persecution, and a political and social cause. There is a remarkable shot near the end, showing a candlelight march reaching as far as the eyes can see. This is actual footage. It is emotionally devastating. And it comes as the result of one man's decisions in life.

Sean Penn never tries to show Harvey Milk as a hero, and never needs to. He shows him as an ordinary man, kind, funny, flawed, shrewd, idealistic, yearning for a better world. He shows what such an ordinary man can achieve. Milk was the right person in the right place at the right time, and he rose to the occasion. So was Rosa Parks. Sometimes, at a precise moment in history, all it takes is for one person to stand up. Or sit down.

The real Harvey Milk giving his Hope speech in 1978, from Wikipedia