A bitch watched the television and followed along on Twitter as the Senate voted to repeal Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.
This was historic and I damned sure wanted to witness some of it!
A certain Cassie from Virginia reached out to me for my thoughts and she expressed concern over how long it would take to implement the repeal.
I caution folks to pause and enjoy this hard fought victory.
Celebrate, damn it!
And then prepare to write the rest of the sentence.
Because the repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell…hell, the implementation of it…is a comma not a period.
As I watched the vote I thought of another historic military Civil Rights happening…the desegregation of the military in 1948.
My Grandfather served in the segregated service during World War II. He was a man of few words, but he spoke with pride of his service.
I used to be conflicted about that…about his pride in serving a country that segregated him as if his race were a plague. My mother was born in 1942 and when my Grandfather traveled to see his new child he was advised to do so out of uniform…because there was the danger of a black soldier in uniform being lynched in Mississippi. The insult of that has stayed with me, though my Grandfather has passed on.
The comma demands that more be written…that the sentence be completed.
We must fight on…for those who can be and will be fired or evicted or turned out of a public establishment because they are LGBT.
And so my thought on the repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell is that the struggle continues.
Keep and eye on everything to make sure it doesn’t get fucked up.
And continue…onward toward justice.