Thank you, Church of Jesus Christ of the Latter Day Saints. Thank you, God-fearing, gay-shunning Afro-Californians. You helped ensure that any joy I felt at participating in Obama’s history-making election was instantly tempered by the knowledge that bigotry shall not perish from the earth. By passing Proposition 8 you made sure that California’s schoolchildren would not be taught that it’s okay to be gay; instead, they’re being taught that it’s okay to discriminate based on sexual orientation.
It was a great victory, and I’m glad I got to see it. But it came with a slave whispering in my ear:
For over a thousand years, Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of a triumph – a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeters and musicians and strange animals from the conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children, robed in white, stood with him in the chariot, or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror, holding a golden crown, and whispering in his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting.