I’m just never happy.
Oh, don’t get me wrong – S. and I did a joyous dance in the living room last as we watched Granholm cruise to victory – high fives and hugs and kisses all around. More of the same as we watched the House (and maybe…maybe…the Senate) grow more blue than red. Nancy Pelosi’s new position thrills us, and Donald Rumsfeld’s resignation? Why, we called one another at work, and co-workers shouted the wondrous news down hallways. Finally, finally, we democrats managed to get off our collective asses and Make!A!Difference!
And all of that is good. It’s very, very good. But perhaps (just in case you think I’m complaining unjustifiably) you missed the fact that residents of Michigan voted overwhelmingly in favor of banning affirmative action in the state. And voted in favor of banning the hunting of doves.
As two women put it in the ride up the elevator this morning, “folks in this state care more about birds than if you and I have a job.” Michigan is already one of the most racially divided states in the country, and in voting to ban affirmative action residents have proven to the rest of the world just how backwards and unintelligent we can be. We move farther and farther away from Detroit, driving longer and longer commutes just so we don’t have to share a city with black people. We argue that the whole reason we don’t get jobs, or into the university of our choice, or small business loans, is because black people are receiving them instead, disregarding the fact Oakland County is the 4th wealthiest county in the country and our particular woes stem from bad management by the unions. Meanwhile, we build bigger and bigger houses further and further away from our city base, taking up valuable land (in some cases, wetlands) and grow all self-riteous over protecting the mourning dove from those evil hunters, even though the dove population is over-plentiful.
Don’t get me wrong. So much of the elections last night turned out beautifully, and I am so thankful Granholm and the great people of Michigan bitch-slapped that arrogant, hideous west-side cretin, but I still find it hard to believe I live in a state that is actively banning affirmative action, refusing to pass money for the shoddy school systems and worries about doves more than wetlands. If it weren’t for such beautiful posts by Emily and Bloglily, discussing their different religious beliefs, I would feel like fleeing. But Emily pointed out a beautiful point on her blog (this regarding church), stating that she and her husband will stay with their church despite its ban on gay marriage because the institution demands people like them stay and fight for change. I know it’s silly, but I’m drawing a parallel between her experience and mine…there’s no point is being any more dramatic about this ban. There’s no point in claimign embarrassment and disallusionment. What I need to do, as a resident of the state I care about, is join the fight the University of Michigan has already sworn will be waged, and work as an instrument of change against an amendment I don’t believe in.
But. Before I get all quiet and determined, let me say this:
If I hear anymore whiny white boys claim they didn’t get into college, or get the job they want, because a woman/black person/Indian got the job instead, I might have pull a Granholm on you. You didn’t get into the University of Michigan because you simply weren’t competitive enough. You didn’t get the job you wanted because you simply weren’t competitive enough. While affirmative action may give some races and our gender a small advantage, it’s not the *only* thing. And you should know better. And no, we haven’t made up for slavery yet, by they way. We probably never will.
Okay. Dignified, quiet, conduit of change Courtney is officially in effect. Although, she’ll be out of town at a literary conference for the next few days, so posting will resume on Sunday. And hopefully, she’ll be done talking about herself in the third person by then, too.