I was not home yet when the award was given to Dustin Lance Black for best screenplay. I chose to miss part of the Oscars to go and see a friend — the wonderful, ever charming, down to earth and on of my personal awe-inspirers — Sara Miles. (More on her next) So, due to the awesome nature of the world wide interwebs, I was able to search for the Oscar moment above.
I watched it once, and then again, and again yet one more time.What I find so moving is that his story, his acceptance speech taken as public narrative, wrapped tightly inside of one minute and 48 seconds, is so powerful.
One man, Harvey Milk touched the lives of so many people, and continues to do so, to this day. One family, loved their son beyond the bounds of their religion. One more life was saved. One story so powerful as to move a country, an industry, forward — pushing all of us towards a better, more whole, more loving future.
What I think struck me most was Dustin reflecting on what Harvey Milk might have said if he were alive today. Right out of the gate, an affirmation to GLBT folks that G-d loves us, no matter what our churches / religions might offer up otherwise. Hope-filled and powerful words in my estimation.
For those of us who claim church/religion as something we belong to and are a part of, did you notice? Do you find it interesting that the need to apologize for discrimination and hate (or the perception of it) was pointed at us first? I know, duh, right? Why are we not outraged? How is it that anything other than love is what we are known for?
What ever happened to they will know we are Christians by our love?