Something Won, but It Wasn't Love

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Love is a broad concept.

Don't get me wrong, it's great to know that there are couples in our nation who can finally get a marriage license and qualify for the financial benefits of marriage. And I don't question the validity or sincerity of the feelings of each couple who enters the bonds of marriage.

However, calling attention to a single, relatively minor issue and claiming that "Love wins" is not only untrue, but intensely insensitive.

If love truly had won, then where are the children and teachers who were gunned down by the neglected mentally-ill, with uninhibited access to firearms? Where are black young men and police officers who have paid the ultimate price because of racial bias and unfair retaliation?

Where is the peace between religious sects, their opponents and their dissenters?

Where are the fair wages for those who need them and those who work hard enough to earn them? Where is the financial equality for women, and where is the fair labor distribution between men in blue-collar jobs and their female counterparts?

If love had truly won, wouldn't there finally be peace? Wouldn't we at least have come to a cultural and political cease-fire?

Painting profile pictures with the spectrum of refracted light doesn't revive the dead. Holding up flags with pride doesn't resolve nationwide contention.

To claim that Love, itself, has won is heretical. Everyone believes in Love as a part of life, one way or the other, and its victory or defeat can't be decided by an imperfect legal system claiming who can and cannot be legally married.

This isn't to say there was no victory concerning marriage equality.

It's this calling attention to a single, legal matter, and then grandstanding and claiming Love has won, which is as bad as those who claim that Love has lost for the same reason.

Love is still under attack, being held up with finger-guns. And It's still losing.

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