I have a dreamby Brandon Lacy
Since the advent of the Civil Rights Movement in the 60's there has been talk about dreams. Individual dreams, societal dreams, and cultural dreams. Martin Luther King Jr. is remembered most for his work as a pacifist leader and his speech, "I Have a Dream." Well, I have a dream as well, and it is a dream that stretches across the globe and back again.
My dream is a dream that gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender youth will be able to stand proud and hold hands all across the world. I have a dream that when I wake up in the morning I can kiss my husband, and together we can go out for breakfast at our favorite restaurant with all the intimacy of a heterosexual couple. It is part of my dream that I will be able to have an open life no matter where I go, because the people around me realize that love is love and are strong enough to throw off the shackles of moral ignorance, and challenge the foundation of a society that would teach hate in any form to its children.
I have a dream that I will be able to hold any job that I wish because I am qualified to do it, and not be turned away because of whom I share my private life with. I want to be able to have pictures of my boyfriend on my desk, and be able to bring my loved one with to company picnics and parties. I have a dream that I won't be turned down for housing in a certain area of a city because I was born to love someone of the same sex.
I have a dream that I will be able to hold my head high, and not have to worry about prejudice, or hate against the unknown. I want to be seen as me, and not as the Gay Man, or as a stereotype. I want to be presented to the world as an individual, and not as anything less than human.
I want to be able to travel the world, and visit the homes of my ancestors with my life partner, and not have to worry about domineering religious codes that preach intolerance, instead of love. I want to be able to dance under a Nairobi moon with my lover and enjoy the peace that is given to those who dance man with woman, and woman with man.
This dream is shared by millions of people. By the prisoners in Africa who have done nothing but be themselves, by the outcasts in Catholic Ireland who have done nothing but held their heads high under oppression from a government that is supposed to protect all.
I know that this dream is far from a fantasy, because I have seen evidence of its existence. At Warren Wilson College, the only thing not tolerated is intolerance. This is a place in the middle of a homophobic state under the thumb of the bigot Jesse Helms where queers can hold hands and love each other without prejudice. And I have heard similar stories all across the country. Cities such as North Hampton, and P-Town, areas of lovely Minneapolis, California, North Carolina, South Carolina, Wisconsin and Michigan -- in all these places are pockets were the dream is alive and it is growing. But it needs the help of all who want to see this dream made reality. For every helping hand the dream has, there are three who would wish to see it die forever.
Take up all that we are. Be proud of all that we are. Live our lives openly, and show those around us that we are no different from anyone else. These are all things that we can do to make the dream live. It is time for us to join hands and show the world that we are human, that we have human feelings, and that we will not be denied the right to live. The dream is alive as long as one person is alive to dream it.