It all works out. Last week, my computer crashed spectacularly, but I had inches left on Apple Care, so they fixed it, but still I couldn’t work but then I did that shrugging thing and just went to the Santa Barbara International Film Festival but then I missed being able to post a video, but THAT was okay, too, because I couldn’t decide between being uber-sentimental or unleashing invective anger about gay rights in Russia. Neither one is particularly helpful.
I have never liked the argument for gay marriage rights that begs the opposition to allow love but I’m straight and so can easily be impatient with and intolerant of anyone standing as an obstacle to rights – civil and the less legally concrete right to flourish. When there’s a deliberate squashing of a human’s spirit, there’s injury to the whole human spirit and sentimentality is small compensation.
But derision, contempt and unbridled disdain was not worth indulging in. It’s not what I want to invite into my head. Besides, I have less contempt for that Russian taste for oppression and more a sad pity for that rotting thing that persists in their psyche.
And so I had enough time to say something simple. Because it’s simple. I have known more than a few Olympians. Wilma Rudolph was my coach. Debra Sapenter, my coach. Although I’m sure there are exceptions, I have never known an Olympian who did not, above all else, value the human being with all its strengths and weaknesses. Because that is at the heart of sportsmanship. It’s what makes winning worth celebrating.
And now my computer’s back where it belongs, the film festival’s over and I posted a snippet of this on Instagram and the official NBC Olympics liked it and gave it a little heart.
So. As I said. It all works out.