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and I had one of those transcendental moments I think we all have at times.
The radio was on and they played Daniel Day Lewis' acceptance speech for the SAG Best Actor award he won tonight for "There will be blood."
He gave a moving tribute to Heath Ledger and dedicated the award to him, and his voice broke as he talked about the scene in the trailer at the end of Brokeback Mountain when Ledger is alone and broken.
And I was right there with him, because I was flooded with memories of how I felt when I first saw "My Beautiful Laundrette" twenty some odd years ago and how Day Lewis' performance made my heart catch in my throat, because I was finally viewing a relationship up on the silver screen that bore some resonance to my life. The movie stayed with me for weeks, months after I saw it. It was validation; there was no longer just Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr and endless other heterosexual couples swooning their way into movie history, now we took our rightful place in the pantheon. Hollywood (or the English version thereof) had finally recognized that regular guys and regular girls, regular people not caricatures, could fall in love with each other. It had finally realized that gay men were not just the Tony Randall character that makes everyone laugh, but were strong, three dimensional, flesh and blood people who had relationships, great joys and great anguish, in their own right.
Day Lewis' performance in that movie is chilling. He understood it. He got it deep down in his bones.
And as I listened to Day Lewis and his tribute to Heath, I realized why this election is so important to me.
I entered my teenage years during the presidency of Richard Nixon. I realized it was society that was wrong, not gay people that were wrong, during the presidency of Gerald Ford. I somehow survived the war that Ronald Reagan declared on me and my friends. I was at one of the very first meetings of Act Up. I saw my friends savaged by their own government through two horrible Republican administrations lasting twelve years. I had great hope during Clinton's tenure, but he disappointed at times, and was, in the end, not the one we could rely on to go to war for us. The last eight years of Bush speak for themselves, unfortunately.
I am weary of not having a President who understands me and my family. I think, as gay men and women, it is the very least we can expect of our leaders. We have payed faithfully into the system while living second class, Jim Crow existences. We have played by the rules and been handed virtually nothing in return, not even the very basic validation of our relationships and the families we create.
We have learned to live in the shadow of our own country, leading our lives with both the inevitable joys and sorrows without governmental imprimatur or acknowledgement. We do not, in any way, need government nor politicians to validate who we are. But, still, hanging there, like a gloomy cloud, is that constant reminder: the gnawing sense of injustice and inequality. The sense of being not-quite-citizens.
I am weary of presidential candidates who ask for our vote and then betray us by legitimizing the people and groups who would be our mortal enemies.
I want a leader who I can believe in. I want a country I can believe in.
The scene in Brokeback Mountain where Ennis (Ledger) returns to meet Jack's parents and goes up to Jack's childhood room and finds his old denim jacket at the back of the closet stays with me as a constant metaphor for our lives.
It is the ongoing loss we all share.
Someday, we will have a President who understands that scene, really gets it in their gut, and realizes that it is intolerable for a country that prides itself on liberty, justice and equality to treat a large group of its own citizens with such contempt and disrespect.
Someday, we will have a President that angrily and passionately fights for the memory of the millions of Jacks, so that future lives will not be broken and lost to ignorance and hatred.
Someday, we will have a President that acknowledges, and is a champion for, GLBT youth.
We will have that President someday.
I know it deep down in my bones.
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