I am drained.
It hasn't just been the election ups and downs. Work has tuckered me out more than usual. I had a mediation on Monday, and I have my first evidentiary hearing on Friday before an administrative law judge. It's sort of the regulatory equivalent of a trial. Instead of live direct testimony, however, you file written direct testimony.
The rest is largely the same, though. Cross-examination is still live. I've been prepping witnesses. I've been strategizing. I've been stressing.
And today I couldn't stop thinking about Prop 8.
Glam said today should be a happy day. I agree.
But we couldn't help being dejected about the text underneath the momentous headline.
Glam was even more dejected on a personal level. She was talking to her five-year-old son this morning about Prop 8. When she told him it passed, he cheered, "Yay!"
She asked him, "Why do you say that? I am sad."
He said, "Because it is gross."
As hard as Glam is trying to teach her little boy respect and tolerance for all people, it seems that outside forces have already gotten to him. He certainly didn't learn this at home.
I shed a few tears behind my closed office door. How could this be?
It gives a whole new perspective to photos of rejoicing Prop 8 supporters.
Who has won here? "Yay" has never sounded so ugly.
Prop 8 proponents often preach that they don't want their children being taught about gay marriage in school. Nevermind that the defeat of Prop 8 would've had no actual bearing on such things.
Well, you know what? I don't want children being taught to hate.
Tonight I read and re-read all the underlying documents for my evidentiary hearing. I drafted outlines. I highlighted. I took notes.
Meanwhile, Sable Crow and insomniac protested in West Hollywood.
I thought about them as I formulated my plans for my Friday regulatory debut. As important as it was to prepare for my case, I had this nagging feeling that the protest was far more important.
This is the end of my despairing. It is time to look forward and to prepare for the long path to right this wrong. A petition for writ of mandate challenging Prop 8 was filed today by a team comprised of a number of groups, including the ACLU and the Green Giant -- yes, my old law firm.
I close this post with a poignant story of my own. When my brother and I had dinner with our family earlier this week, we asked our mom how she voted on Prop 8. She said, "No! Of course!" When we asked her why, she responded so simply.
"It's not fair."
Three syllables. So elegant. So true.