Friday, November 28th.

A community-wide tribute to two remarkable men who changed the course of history

This special event commemorates the 30th Anniversary of the assassinations of George Moscone and Harvey Milk, featuring friends and family of George and Harvey, Holly Near, the Lesbian/Gay Chorus of San Francisco, and the GLAM Youth Choir.

This event also celebrates the 30th Anniversary of SF Gay Men's Chorus's first public appearance, making them the first and oldest gay-identified choral organization in the world. The Chorus is set to perform, along with other newly-commissioned pieces, songs they performed the night of the assassinations.

4 pm: Memorial Concert, steps of SF City Hall

5 pm: Twilight march from the City Hall to the Castro

 

This event is co-presented by the Harvey Milk LGBT Democratic Club, the San Francisco LGBT Pride Celebration Committee and the Alice B. Toklas LGBT Democratic Club.

Invite your friends, spouses, and family members and feel free to spread the word!

Just a little rant...

My wife and I sat up last night talking about Prop 8, the amendment to the California Constitution that would eliminate same-sex marriage.  We discussed the ramifications for our friends and family, and even our own marriage if Proposition 8 passed. It was a bitter sweet election night. While people danced in the streets for the news of President Elect Obama's victory, those of us with families, children affected by Proposition 8 were at home strategizing the next steps.  

It is amazing to me, in a very sad way, that a majority of Californian's hate same-sex couples.  Yes, I said it, they hate same-sex couples so much that they wrote discrimination into our State Constitution.  These people, that voted Yes to the tune of 52%, were also some of the very same people who voted for our first African American President Elect.  Single issue voters they are not, but what really strikes me as truly disheartening is the fact that these people are our neighbors and we have failed to move their hearts to the acceptance that is needed.  

Because it ceased being about tolerance a long while ago, I tolerate a hangnail, I accept that my mother loves my step father, just like my step father accepts that I am married to my wife and that we have a child together.  Tolerance is not a word that I use when speaking about same-sex couples, it demeans the very essence of the issue.  That we are all G-d's creation and we should all love one another.

As we continued to press on and watch the numbers slide closer and closer, I couldn't help thinking about all the weddings that we had been to over the past four months, all the happy smiling faces, even when our three-year-old daughter kept putting her finger, and sometimes her whole hand, in their wedding cakes. How much love and dedication it must take to have three weddings, not knowing if this one will stick.

I also think about my own political future, as a bi trans man in San Francisco, I have been part of the political process with the Human Rights Commission's LGBT Advisory Committee, working on Native American rights, bisexual invisibility, gay blood donation bans and so many other civil and human rights issues.  I feel like San Francisco is my home, and yet 25% of our San Francisco population thinks I have no choice when it comes to having a loving marriage -- one man one woman only.  It wont be long before these people decide to define what it means to be a man or a woman.  What this says about us as a society is that the majority of Californian's and a quarter of San Franciscan's think that our families are not as equal as their families, that our love is not as good as their love, and finally that we are not worthy of a basic human right.

I couldn't sleep after watching the celebrating with the Yes on 8 crowd, my mouth agape and eyes wide as a reporter described the Yes on 8 people as being anti-gay marriage, and then after being corrected by the Yes on 8 person and told that they were pro-traditional marriage not anti-gay, then reasserting himself the reporter said, "But you are anti-gay marriage that is what the amendment is for,  to stop gay marriage, right?" thrusting his microphone into the Yes supporters face. All the while people were in the background celebrating the destruction of stable loving family structures. My first sense was to get deeper into the game,  it is the only way, while I have been dipping my toes in the water, I have been doing a disservice to the thousands of people that I could protect from this Yes on 8 creep.

Now this is where it gets corny, sometimes I watch Smallville, I know, what does that have to do with the price of eggs, but go with me here. There is always a slacker mentality to Clark Kent, he is a good student, a good football player, a good kid, but he has no ambition, he doesn't want to stand out, he is driven to help but is always in the background saving people without really accessing how much he could do as Superman.  I guess what I am saying is that we are all Clark Kent. More importantly, I see myself as Clark Kent, the do gooder boy scout, and I need to see the Superman inside, in fact all of us do.  

We all need to access the power inside our hearts and get involved as more than just foot dippers. All people of good conscience should be outraged enough to become the political insiders, the  City Supervisors, the Commission Chairs, State Senators and Assembly(wo)men.  I vow to, I will attend the meetings,  I will go to the candidate brown bags, I will make the effort to come out of the shadows and make the difference that one man can make. It is simple, I make the commitment to live my life fully and as openly as I can, and that is the way that I will fight this amendment, this bigotry, and this hateful spirit that has taken my state and city down the dark path of limiting the civil and human rights that have been fought over for so long.