I woke up yesterday morning singing Nina Simone and feeling so good.
It's a new dawn/It's a new day/It's a new life.
But the joy is tempered by the bewildering passage of California's Proposition 8. My only consolation is that our baby country will need to learn the lessons of civil rights slowly. One giant leap forward, one sad step back.
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My brother lives in San Francisco, where he stayed up partying all election night. When the results came in on Prop 8 in the early a.m., he said the town become totally schizophrenic — not knowing whether to celebrate or mourn.
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