What follows is my recollection of an event that occurred in late June 2013, after a US Supreme Court ruling that recognized more rights for LGBT citizens at the Federal level, and which paved the way for the recognition we have today.
So, about that whole Supreme Court thing…
I got word when I was in the middle of super-hectic-day-three of my brand new job, and didn’t get much time to think about the impact to us here in Texas. In fact, I barely had time to jog home from the train station after work, ditch my tie, grab a few pride flags, and run to a neighborhood victory rally that started just as I arrived. I’m sorry to say that I can’t even tell you the exact words of the rulings yet (I’ll read them this weekend) and only got the gist of them from the speakers and from conversations in the crowd.
And, oh, what a crowd: We overran the little park housing a monument that the speakers climbed, spilling us out into the street. American flags, Texas flags, and every flavor of pride flag was being waved. A transgender African-American lady minister did some old-school Southern testifyin’; A gay theologian with a rainbow rosary reminded us that we were still in the middle of the place with the highest level of anti-gay hate crimes in the state; A young Latino political activist pointed out that it’s ten years to the day when the Supreme Court ruled that girl-on-girl and guy-on-guy was not a crime; A leather couple who got arrested last year for trying to get a marriage license were greeted with wild applause; My own hubby got up and admonished the crowd to share their personal stories with everyone. When the rally ended we marched down to the streets to the heart of our neighborhood, and well, hit the bars.
My man and I had a celebratory drink, then went and got some celebratory pasta, and then called it a night —because I usually need to be up by 4:30 these days. I’ll be skipping the gym tomorrow morning and doing lots of caffeine. Besides keeping us up late, I think the effects of today’s ruling will eventually help us get some level of legal recognition and legal protection, even in Texas, but not right away.
That’s OK for tonight; It’s a big step in the right direction. After all, just 44 years ago tomorrow, the Stonewall Riots began. Look at us now.
“I am only one, but still I am one.
I cannot do everything, but still I can do something;
And because I cannot do everything
I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.”