March 17th, 2004

crane

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It's weird realizing that when John and I were born our marriage, as it stands now, would have been illegal in more than a dozen States of the United States of America. That it wasn't until 1967 that there was a Supreme Court ruling against bans on interracial marriage or "miscegenation laws".

Since the enactment of the Equal Rights Amendment, it took a century before mixed race marriages were legal, nationally, and that, at one time there was even talk about making a Constitutional Amendment banning ALL interracial marriages. I've been hearing and reading quite a few accounts from that era and the arguments and justifications for banning interracial marriages sounds astonishingly like the ones that are being raised, today, against homosexual marriages. It's pretty amazing how often the phrases, "It's unnatural!!", "God forbids...!", and "The Bible says..." were used then, too.

I've been told that the homosexual marriage folks aren't taking into account how much emotional charge there is in the issue or the fact that they're fighting a long history of engrained reflex where the issue is concerned. But then I look at how badly engrained the whole history against mixed-race marriages is, and while it took a century and a half, I know now that, in my group of friends and relations, at least, my marriage is NOT a problem for anyone. And the commitment and love that John and I have it something that many would celebrate.
crane

Why?

This morning, Jet was playing in the livingroom, by himself, and John overheard him doing the following conversation between two toys:

"Why?"
"Because."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Why?"
"Because."
etc.

The funny thing is that Jet's stopped asking us why so often, as I took arcangelbeth's advise and we started doing full explainations with questions to see if he understands. So I'm now wondering who he's getting that kind of conversation from...
crane

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As if it were news... but I'm weird.

This morning, on the way into work, we drove behind this shiny black truck with a one-man roller on a hydrolic lift, a jackhammer, and a rack with shovels, brooms, and rakes on it. There were painted words on it, in white, and when we stopped and could see it, it said, "Flameless Pothole Fixer".

And I immediately said, "Wow! I'd LOVE to be a pothole fixer! Can you imagine, getting to get out, clean up the area, and then fix the pothole and smooth it over with that roller?"

giggles

I think it would be so neat to be able to drive by a patch and say, "I fixed that!"
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