It was a trying time to be a homosexual in the 1970′s in Canada and all over the world.
Coming out of the closet didn’t mean just the possible loss of relationships, but loss of jobs, social status, relationships, friendships, families, or even physical brutality from the same authority that was supposed to protect you.
The era wore on seeing little improvement. Until one day it reached critical mass and gay, lesbian, bisexual, transsexual and queer individuals alike broke from the shadows and with one voice called for “Equality!”
But equality is not won easily. Equality only comes when the hearts and minds of the citizens of Canada are swayed to your cause. When parents no longer shun queer daughters and sons. When citizens are no longer judged by who they sleep with. When hurt and judging looks are no longer cast sideways as a same sex couple, holding hands crosses the street. And so, together as one they turned their voices to equal rights; to be included in legislature. They rallied for the right to keep jobs, marry whomever they chose, have families with lives and loves and rights like everyone else they passed on the streets.
They emptied into the streets, gaining momentum as they marched until they were 2,000 strong marching on the capital demanding rights; to be human beings under the law. They marched into the darkness knowing that riot control may be around every corner. They could already feel the sting of the tear gas in their eyes, but they had the courage to keep moving.
Many rallies in Canada were dispersed with tear gas and riot control.
But they kept on marching. And wave upon wave of people would push against the riot control, challenging the authorities that refused to see them as people.
They marched because no one else would do it for them.
And they won. Here in Canada there are equal rights under the law.
But there still is no equality.
I watched a news report a little while ago where an over coiffed brunette relayed the events of a boy being beaten for being gay.
Some of his fellow students sought him out late at night, cornered him in the dark and beat him. They looked into his eyes with hate because of who he chose to love: a boy from a few schools over. They took magic markers to his chest and wrote horrible obscenities and left him in the dark, bloodied and alone. A clear message being sent: Equality is dead.
I sit here reeling and disappointed. It seems as if we have taken a hundred steps backward today. But now there isn’t a government to stand and rally against. Only individual human beings who will not be swayed to reason. How can you fight against hate in people’s hearts? I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. I’ve witnessed it myself. In fact, isn’t this the very reason that I began my photography business? Because I stood to the side and watched as equality was denied? And so took up the cause of our rights?
I took it up because if I cannot force equality, than at the very least I can support our rights.
And yet I am surprised. I’m surprised at humanity. At how often we seem to struggle with the same issues time and time again. Why is it that history continues to repeat itself with the majority thinking it is superior to the minority? Why does one group of people rise up against another? Why do they refuse to see that regardless of colour or sexual orientation all people are PEOPLE and end the story there.
Equality only comes when we see in terms of people not orientations or colours or religions. Equality comes when religions begin following the philosophy of love that THEY preach. Equality comes when we all adopt a change of pace.
I don’t know when that day will come, but I keep praying it is soon.





I can feel your sunken heart in this post. I can sense it because I’ve been there myself. News like that disheartens me for a bit, and I feel useless against the impossible magnitude of injustice. But then, I recover and my frustration with humanity gives me new strength. There will always be bigots, and in my opinion, if anyone deserves a beating it is them, but I’d never advocate violence nor stoop that low. Education is the key and the seeds of change can be planted in children. To them, in their innocence, love is just love, and that is the spark that needs to be fanned into a flame. I fully believe the generation of your children are going to be the ones who put a stop to the unfairness and hate. I know your babies are too young to understandnow, but be ever vigilante in your awareness of their attitudes so you can gently guide them if peers have planted bigotry in their heads. Let them know it’s ok to befriend the person who may seem a little different as long as that person isn’t mean. You’ve got a tough row to hoe my friend, but you have the opportunity to make change through your children. It’s not an easy mantle, but it is a worthy one. In ways, it might be better that your parents are keeping their distance. Their opposing views might cause confusion in your children’s developing minds. Maybe you can create a little book or find one already in print. Speak to them in ways that don’t include sexuality, for now. Like, perhaps, you could illustrate the family and village life of a herd of green friendly dinosaurs. They live, work, play, learn together in harmony. Then one day an orange dinosaur shows up…..
I agree bigots deserve a beating… and people who are mean to children… and those who talk in the theater…
Ok.. maybe I’m going a little overboard with the last one…but only maybe.
I agree that educating our children is the best route. I have already begun planting that seed in my children. We do read books all the time, books about including others regardless of their differences. Books about understanding that families come in different shapes, sizes and relationships. Nothing about sex, but family.
Good recommends : King and King and Family, A Tale of Two Mommies. Both are excellent books.
Although I think you may have something about writing our own book. Perhaps Rori and I could write it together. Sometimes the best lessons are the ones you learn by doing together.