I posted about this in GLBT here:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=221&topic_id=86651&mesg_id=86651Not surprisingly, a couple of Miss Millies outed themselves with the "don't you know what we've done for you people" thing. All over the internets, Operation Blame the Negroes is in full swing. "Those damn black people and their damn homophobia." Never mind the fact, as one blogger on Pam's House Blend pointed out, Prop 8 was not put on the ballot by a black group, the largest Pro-8 faction that gave the most money was the overwhelmingly white Mormon "church", and that Prop 8 still would have passed even if every black voter would have stayed home yesterday.
Over on Shakesville one white lesbian commenter suggested we put slavery to a vote again to teach us a lesson. I am not shitting you.
How do I express my overwhelming pride that a man of African descent was elected to the highest office of the land despite the fact that he accomplished that by benefiting from sexism and homophobia in the black community? And how do I express my overwhelming sadness that the same people who voted to break down one hurdle voted to put even more hurdles up on the very same trip to the polls?
How do I express my disgust with my straight brothers and sisters who say LGBT rights don't matter because LGBT are all rich white people that have enough privileges, that my "lifestyle" is just a sinful choice and I need to get right with God. How do I listen to "STFU you should be celebrating and hey gay people are all rich white hedonists anyway, what is your problem, get some Jesus."
How do I deal with my aunt in Cali who voted yes on 8 and told me I turned my back on the race by "throwing in with the gays" and I needed to marry a good black man and have good black babies. And get Jesus to fix me. How do I cope with knowing 70% of my own people think I deserve to be a second class citizen and not have the same rights that they do.
And how do I deal with my LGBT brothers and sisters writing off every person who shares my pigmentation as a bigot, and an even worse bigot because we have some special obligation to not be as hateful as all the other bigots.
How can I cry enough because no one listens to people like me or even acknowledge that we exist? Who the fuck even wants to try to understand or help that struggle? I'm not feeling like anyone does.