Walking among giants
Yesterday Juan and I walked through Balboa Park and met with his sister Mari and her fiance, Morgan, along with thousands of others who planned to march to San Diego's Hall of Justice in protest the decision of California's Supreme court to uphold Prop 8.
As an American I feel that the court made the right decision. What type of democracy would we have if a court of the land denied and threw out a proposition which was decided by a majority of the people? The justices did their duty and upheld the law... although its not something I agree with NOR feel is just...
For that reason I took to the streets of to protest! It was a great experience.
There were people of all backgrounds, races, religions(even MORMONS!) and they all have a story. Just thinking of my own story and how I came to grips with who I am ... I could hardly begin to imagine the countless stories, experiences, tragedies and trails those marching next to me, with me, could share. Walking down those streets hearing their cries for equality and knowing they were not afraid to stand up for their rights... helped me to realize
I WAS WALKING AMONG GIANTS
Labels: civil right, marching, Prop 8, San Diego