I nearly missed the Academy Awards last night as I zoned out fiddling around with the new ELTRAV.COM header logo while NBA basketball on ESPN served as background noise. In fact, if the idiot announcers hadn’t kept debating whether or not LeBron James deserved an Oscar, it probably wouldn’t have even registered in my brain that the show had started over on ABC.
I’m already way off topic.
I know my blog hasn’t even officially re-launched at this point and I hadn’t intended to post anything for a while still, but the acceptance speech by Dustin Lance Black last night, after he won for Best Original Screenplay, knocked my socks off. Of course, when Sean Penn won later on for Best Actor, he took off in much the same tone, but I felt Black’s oration last night was fantastic. And I thought it appropriate to post here in case anyone missed it, and so I can refer people here to read it later:
Oh my God. This was, um, this was not an easy film to make. First off, I have to thank Cleve Jones and Anne Kronenberg and all the real-life people who shared their stories with me. And, um, Gus Van Sant, Sean Penn, Emile Hirsch, Josh Brolin, James Franco and our entire cast, my producers Dan Jinks and Bruce Cohen, everyone at Groundswell and Focus for taking on the challenge of telling this life-saving story. When I was 13 years old, my beautiful mother and my father moved me from a conservative Mormon home in San Antonio, Texas to California, and I heard the story of Harvey Milk. And it gave me hope. It gave me the hope to live my life. It gave me the hope one day I could live my life openly as who I am and then maybe even I could even fall in love and one day get married.
I wanna thank my mom, who has always loved me for who I am even when there was pressure not to. But most of all, if Harvey had not been taken from us 30 years ago, I think he’d want me to say to all of the gay and lesbian kids out there tonight who have been told that they are less than by their churches, by the government or by their families, that you are beautiful, wonderful creatures of value and that no matter what anyone tells you, God does love you and that very soon, I promise you, you will have equal rights federally, across this great nation of ours. Thank you. Thank you. And thank you, God, for giving us Harvey Milk.
Well put, sir.
It’s a damn ridiculous shame that LGBTers are still considered second-class citizens in this day and age. Wake up, people! They’re here, they’re queer, and I swear to whatever God you believe in, they truly are not going to go anywhere. So get over your outdated biases and let’s move forward. What say?
Sorry, I was going to stop there, but I thought I should include a few words exchanged today in email between myself and a friend of mine:
When will these decisions be wrenched from the clutches of committees and commissions? How dare they be allowed to make to send down edicts from on high. Marriage isn’t about the damn community; it’s about a couple. Stop telling gays they don’t have the same rights to love, triumph, struggle or even divorce as any hillbilly or racist or addicted or violent member of a hetero couple. Enough already.
Sorry. I’m a little disdainful myself at the moment.
I love you for that rant! And I love screenwriter Dustin Lance Black for his acceptance speech at the Oscars last night!
CHRIST, I AM SO FREAKING TIRED OF INTOLERANCE!!!
Me, too, brother. Me, too. And I too love Black and Sean Penn. Not only did they make a fine film, they believed in its message.
The haters are holding on to this one because they won’t have anyone left to hate once gays are treated as the equal—hell, sometimes better—members of society that they are. They hated women; now we vote. They hated blacks; can you say President Obama? They hated the disabled; now those people have their whole own goddamn Olympics. Maybe, if like toddlers, we can divert their attention to something else that could use a good hating on like killer bees, we can soon look forward to a black lesbian leader.
I swear that’s it. 🙂
I wish I could drop a nifty closing statement like “The End” here, but honestly, it doesn’t ever seem to end…