Convention was the double-barreled shotgun pointed at my mother and father back in April, 1955. Convention forced them to marry. And I suppose convention could be held partially to blame for my mother’s black-eye’s, broken nose, bruised ribs, cut lips, broken dishes, thrown plates, kitchen walls stained by brown gravy as the thrown pot-roast stuck then slid to the linoleum floor. Yes, I suppose convention could be held partly to blame for decades of humiliation, abuse, eventual divorce, and questions my mother never had answered as to why convention revoked her right not to marry.
Convention is simply a thoughtless reaction designed to uphold order. Marriage has been painted as the villain recently when the “have’s” and the “have-not’s” start arguing. But it’s not Marriage we’re defending or demanding, it’s Convention.
There are lots of people willing to go to great lengths to defend Convention. I am not interested in Convention. I was sucker-punched by Convention once, as a child, when it told me to do as I was told, even if it seemed odd or strange or painful. And yes, Convention said, Priest’s are adults.
Keep your Convention. Here, take mine; it’s never done me any favors. I have lots of friends who’ll gladly off theirs.
I just want what Convention thinks it is. What I want is quiet, firm, loyal, blind, and the most powerful tenet of American Citizenship. I want my Rights. I don’t want better or different or bigger or smaller. I just want my equal rights. And if there are fellow American Citizens that are afforded rights which are different than mine, then the Declaration of Independence is a lie from the very beginning. We’re not all created equal.
And if the foundation upon which all our rights are built upon is fundamentally a lie, then not one American Citizen has a right to anything.
Tell that to Convention.