- When has anyone ever voted on YOUR life?
1. Up before 7:00 am (I usually wake around 8:00).
2. Carpool to the Minnesota capitol at 8:00 am.
3. 8:30-10:30 am, listen to Minnesota House of Representatives' Committee on House Rules: Shall the proposed constitutional amendment to define [restrict] marriage be advanced to the full House for a vote, the outcome of which, if it passes there, will be to let the people vote in 2012? Vote is 13-12 in favor. There are many tears, sobs, and shouts. One woman stands and says, "I shall not be moved. This is not my Minnesota." Bailiffs ask her to be silent and calm down. She does not. She sits on the floor and says "I shall not be moved." She is picked up and carried out of the room. More tears and sobs.
4. 10:45-11:30 am. Two GLBTQ advocacy groups tell those of us gathered what our next steps are: Call legislators in the House who are wavering. Prepare for a House vote as early as Thursday. Come to the office to make phone calls to Minnesotans.
5. 12:00-1:00 pm. Send emails and messages to friends throughout Minnesota, asking them to call legislators. Clear my schedule for Thursday.
6. 1:00-2:00 pm. Lunch break.
7. 2:00-3:45 pm More emails and calls; break up the monotony by looking at Facebook.
8. 3:45 pm Head to office for phone calling.
9. 4:30-7:00 pm Phone calls.
10. 8:00-9:15 pm. Conference call about Quaker event planning, unrelated to the amendment. None of us on the call identify as straight.
11. 8:45 pm Jeanne interrupts my call: The House has announced it will vote on the bill on Thursday; rally to begin at 10:00 am; expect the debate to go on all day. [UPDATE: Early on Thursday morning, the news goes out that the rally and House session is pushed back until the afternoon. Stop jerking our chain!]
12. 9:15-10:15 pm Call who I can to tell them about the vote.
13. 11:00 pm Write my family.
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As I got ready for bed, I felt rise up in me so many emotions. A great sadness that my life is something that someone else can vote on. A great hurt that so few of my friends--my straight allies--will cancel their plans in order to stand with us at the capitol. A great hole and deep sorrow...
...And at last I understand why women suffragists and laborers and Gandhi go on hunger strikes:
- No one but myself can control my life, MY life, and I will use it or lose it as *I* choose.
But my bones, my heart aches.
They ache for justice.