“Them that's got, shall get Them that's not, shall lose So the Bible said, and it still is news
Mama may have, and papa may have God bless' the child, That's got his own That's got his own…”
Mama may have, and papa may have God bless' the child, That's got his own That's got his own…”
(God Bless the Child/Billie Holiday)
It was Thursday, and a parade, right in the middle of Commercial Street in the village of Provincetown, was led by the Police, with sirens blaring and blue and red lights flashing. Commercial Street the main thoroughfare for P-Town witnessed the tourists, the Townies, all find their stations on the nonexistent sidewalks, and wham bam right after the Police Car, were dozens and dozens of families proudly marching together, heterosexual couples, homosexual couples, one-parent families, grandma’s and grandpas galore. It was Family Week in Provincetown, a true cacophony of what America looks like, feels like, and wants to be. For in Provincetown, aside from the word acceptance, the word inclusion is a priority, and the sense of love could be felt, could be inhaled, and was definitely shared. Two daddy’s two mommies, a mommy and a daddy one mommy, one daddy, and an array of the various hues which make the human race seem like a rainbow, of children loved, wanted, involved and learning that difference at times should be discussed, but sometimes when a bunch of the same is ALL around you there is NO difference. A microcosm I, am not that naive, to understand, but a demographic of Americans who only want an equal share of the Apple Pie, a link in the picket fence, and a Flag whose bright stars and stripes count them as nothing out of the usual. Pride indeed. And after all the tumult and stress I endured, and permitted to fry my spirit, I felt so much a part of this event, I held back one of those guttural rolling pangs of anguish, which once permitted to erupt from your gut, causes crying, sighing, and lots of boxes of Kleenex. Proudly they hailed the integration of ALL varieties of families. And for once there were no Religious Zealots preaching doom and gloom because the God they prefer to use as their scapegoat for hate, actually was wearing a T-Shirt that read Parents Week 2019 Provincetown.
And then, because I am internally sick and mentally overcharged with the Devil named Trump, I wondered…would Melania join this march after all her son Barron only sees his mother. And I wondered what the Prince and Princess Kushner, would tell their children about Grandpa Donald’s decision that brown families don’t count. Or how the THING called HUCKABEE could, without imploding, explain to her children, love is love, and the love of a child to parent IS in fact what God wanted, no matter the color, the religion, the gender! My mind made me wander over to one more horrible place, and I worried about poor Kellyanne, just melting as same-sex dads, same-sex moms, and opposite dads and moms shared a special moment of unconditional love. And what the ICE Agents, and the Border Patrol (SS/Brown Shirts) surely parents do if they had a chance to think from their hearts instead of drinking a Kool-Aid made from insecurity ,inferiority and the directions of an inferior idiot, to whom, the ICE Agents and Border Patrol pretend “they are just following orders.”
Then I was whisked back to P-Town, and thought, what a beautiful day, and LOVE did and does CONQUER hate in Provincetown!
