I am a straight, white male.
On no level whatsoever am I opposed to same-sex marriage. I count a number of people in my acquaintance, friends and enemies alike, as active, open homosexuals of both sexes, and I have been tuned on to the fact that sexual orientation cuts across all human lines and categorizations. I have always voted for the expansion of marriage rights at every opportunity. I have even given of my personal treasure to support this cause. My Buddhist faith compels me to believe that all marriages are of equal moral consequence. I have no desire whatsoever to restrict marriage.
But as a straight, white male from a conservative, aristocratic, Christian background - even though I am neither conservative, nor Christian, nor even really very aristocratic anymore - whenever I see gay couples marry, or see a celebration of political and social progress for the homosexual community, or anything like that, to my heart, it is always tinged with this other meaning, this message I feel I receive from them. That other meaning can be best summarized as follows.
“There is ‘our people’ and there is ‘your people.’ Your people have held all the power since time uncountable, but your time is coming to a close. For untold generations, you have spit on us; soon the time will come when we will spit on you. You have worn your manhood and your skin color and your accent and your passport as a symbol of power; soon it will become the mark of Caine upon your face. You have held us down, but soon enough we will rise up and destroy you, and avenge ourselves a thousand times over on your people, and you.”
It’s absurd, I know. If I had been born in the 40s, I would probably feel the same way about integration and de-segregation and inter-racial marriage, yet from hindsight I have no problem with any of those things. But here I am today, and every time I see such a celebration, I cannot help but hear them cry, “We are moving on up!” And in my head, I can always fill in the second line - “and we will cast you down.”