Last month Rep. Bob Goodlatte (R-Va.), Chairman of the House Judiciary Committee, said that he was "willing to look at any new evidence of discrimination. ... But at this point in time, we have not seen that." If he would hold a hearing in the committee he chairs, Goodlatte would learn about the continued, pernicious effects of racial discrimination at the ballot box.
Even if some people are gay, and even if some of these gay people are married, we can still all get along. The framework is already in place under the principles of freedom of religion in our own Constitution.
Our ceremony looked like a wedding. It sounded like a wedding. It felt like a wedding. And it was... and wasn't. Despite having to check "single" on our tax returns and lie when one of us was in the hospital ("she's my sister"), we knew who we were: a married couple deserving legal rights.
Change will take all of us. Come to Vegetarian Summerfest or any vegan fest for the ethics or the environment or your health, stay for the kickass camaraderie and food. Make this the Summer of Veggie Love.
My grandmother went into hospice the day the Supreme Court heard arguments in Obergefell v. Hodges. She died the next day, surrounded by people she loved. In her mind, we were married in 2004, and all the civil rights victories that followed didn't seem to phase her. But I can't help thinking about the grandmothers in Michigan, Ohio, Kentucky and Tennessee.
The Supreme Court's decision in Obergefell v. Hodges establishing nationwide marriage equality will likely go down in history as one of the Court's great landmark rulings. The tone of the majority opinion is strikingly vivid, emotionally intelligent, and personal.
Early in the long narrative of our deeply modest contributions to effect marriage equality, my partner - our non-legal, homemade wedding of 1999 was still two years away - and I participated in a march in Washington D.C. with hundreds of LGBT comrades, families and friends.
Our nation's biggest arguments are often captured in majestic words, or dramatic photos. But sometimes it's a simple piece of cloth...
When it comes down to the freakiest of the freaky in the whole Republican field, Donald Trump is very hard to top. Trump not only is running for president, he's apparently on a mission to singlehandedly destroy his own Trump brand, forevermore.
With its multitude of heads, the Hydra of Greek mythology must have faced internal dissension. How did it resolve basic questions such as whom to attack? Or perennial puzzlers such as whether Jerusalem is in Israel? In his "second labor," Hercules used his golden sword to slay the Hydra, so we will never know.
Let's hope that political rhetoric this time around reaches a higher standard. A good start indeed would be for candidates at every level to take the stigmafree pledge. It's simple to do and would be a good start for continuing the national conversation about mental health care policy throughout campaigns as they unfold.
A lot has happened to prompt my flight. I've met some gay people, for one. They're nice, and I can't help but want them to like me. It's hard to judge them when their relationships seem to be working out better than mine.
As many all over the United States jubilantly post pictures on social media of the White House bathed in rainbow light, we should not ignore the shadow that the President's response to Gutiérrez -- and the policies she was protesting -- cast over that same house. It is our house.
I am sure the coming weeks will deliver many reports of the ugliness that is happening in this cultural shift. Those abusing the power of their positions as elected and appointed officials may claim moral high ground, but I expect they will quickly learn they are in the wrong profession.
Is it really possible for such a historically marginalized group to harbor such hatred? With all the tireless social activism efforts spearheaded by the black community, it is easy to forget about this skeleton in the closet.
Thurgood Marshall, who was born on this date in 1908, liked telling stories. One of his favorite concerned his days as the head of the legal arm of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) in the 1930s and 1940s representing black clients facing prosecution in the South.