First published October 15, 2005, in National Journal.
Copyright © 2005, National Journal.
A cloudy afternoon on a recent Saturday in western
Massachusetts. Rain sprinkles the Berkshire hills. Strolling in
twos and threes along paths between broad lawns, 80 or so wedding
guests make their way to a performance barn on the grounds of
Jacob's Pillow. Rustling, cheerful, curious, they take their seats.
Gray light filters through high windows and casts soft shadows
among the rafters. The barn is not a sanctuary, but it feels like
one today.
A violinist, one of the relatives, begins a Corelli prelude, and
the wedding party enters. Both grooms wear tuxedos and
boutonnieres. The minister, a young seminarian in the United Church
of Christ, tall in his robes, begins. Under order of the state
Supreme Court, same-sex marriage is legal in Massachusetts, and
today the minister will marry Jamie Beckland and Michael Pope.
"Every relationship of love is holy, sacred, and worthy of
public affirmation and celebration," he says, with a touch of
emphasis, slight but sufficient, on the word every. "We
pray that this couple will fulfill God's purpose for the whole of
their lives." Emphasis again, this time on the word whole.
Not everyone in the hall picks up the inflection, but the grooms
do.
Jamie is 27, originally from Wisconsin, now a development
officer at the Brookings Institution in Washington. Michael, also
27, works at a private research company. They plan to move to
Massachusetts, the place where Jamie lived when they met and the
only state where their marriage has legal force. Jamie is taller,
blond, bespectacled, thin, with the bearing of the former dancer
that he is. Michael is dark, heavyset, as reserved as Jamie can be
bubbly, a product not of the liberal Upper Midwest but of
conservative southwestern Virginia, a state notorious for its
gratuitously anti-gay legislation.
For all the differences, Jamie and Michael and their families
have this in common: divorce. The newlyweds' immediate families
count eight divorces between them, four on each side. Michael's
parents divorced when he was 6, Jamie's when he was 10. "I think
there's a whole generation of kids from broken homes who only want
to be married once," Michael says. This marriage of two men, so
radical by some lights, aspires to reconsecrate the deepest of
marital traditions.
A few weeks before the wedding, over coffee at Starbucks, I
asked Jamie why he wanted to marry. For my generation of gay men (I
am 45), legal marriage was unthinkable, and emerging into the gay
world often meant entering a cultural ghetto and a sexual
underworld. Jamie, who could just about be my son, replies with an
answer that turns the world of the 1970s and 1980s upside down.
Once he realized he was gay, he says, he simply expected
to marry.
"Why does anybody get married?" he asks. "I wanted the
stability, I wanted the companionship, I wanted to have a sex life
that was accepted, I wanted to have kids. For me, it's not a
choice. A marriage evens you out."
The couple met on May 18, 2002. The next day, they exchanged
telephone numbers at church (both are Christian). Within weeks,
they knew it was serious. In February of this year they took a trip
to Massachusetts and went snow-shoeing on the grounds of Jacob's
Pillow, a dance center where Jamie had worked when they met. There,
on an outdoor stage, Jamie got down on one knee. "Which was hard,
because we were in snowshoes."
He gave Michael a compass inscribed, "May we always find our way
together," and launched into his carefully planned proposal, doing
fine for about a minute before starting to cry. Michael began
laughing, Jamie pulled himself together long enough to propose, and
the two kissed, their faces stung by freezing tears.
Most weddings occasion unambiguous joy, but at this one,
reactions run the gamut from delight to incredulity. Jamie's
mother, Laura, freely confesses to having been a "monster mom" when
Jamie first told her he was gay, seven years ago. He recalls her
blaming a demon that might have possessed him one day while he was
using a Ouija board. Today, however, she is fighting a losing
battle with her false eyelashes as the tears flow, and the tears
are happy ones. "It's amazingly wonderful and appropriate," she
says of the marriage, "and it breaks my heart"-not that Jamie is
gay or is marrying a man, but that he is making this final
transition out of childhood.
Laura's parents, Lee and Ludene, both in their early 70s, have
shown up at their grandson's wedding on the advice of their priest,
who counseled support for their family even if they could not
condone a same-sex marriage. They say they are open-minded
Catholics, but today's event has pushed them to their limit. "I
feel that it's wrong," Lee volunteers. "I don't think it's real. I
kind of wish it hadn't happened." He loves his grandson, no doubt
about it. But "this is hard for me, to see it happen." Ludene, who
believes that marriage is for procreation, struggles to find a more
conciliatory note. "We're living in a different age," she says.
Jamie's two younger brothers are enthusiastic about the
marriage. It never occurs to them to regard a same-sex marriage as
anything but real. His father, Kim, has been supportive all along.
But his paternal grandparents, Jim and Carol, are guarded as they
sit on a bench awaiting the ceremony's start. "We love Jamie, and
I'm not going to drive a wedge in the family," Jim says. Carol
mentions that both are Christians who are close to the Bible. "This
will be interesting," she says. "I'm not the judge."
Opponents of gay marriage have argued that same-sex couples,
especially men, will undermine marriage by regarding it merely as a
path to legal benefits, rather than as a moral and spiritual
commitment. Gay couples may get married, goes the criticism, but
will not act married. To judge by Jamie and Michael, there is
little cause for worry on that score.
For their part, gay couples have had reason to worry that their
marriages, however valid in the law's eyes, might be regarded as
less than authentic in the eyes of family, friends, religious
institutions, employers. After all, a marriage is a marriage not
just because the law certifies it but because the community accepts
and underwrites it.
Jamie's and Michael's relatives will face a question that never
comes up after a straight wedding: whether to inform their friends,
neighbors, and colleagues that their son or grandson or brother or
nephew is married to a man. Among the parents' and grandparents'
generations, most people said they would share this information
selectively, or they would play it by ear, or they just didn't know
what they would do. The marriage is no secret, but neither does it
bask in the social sunlight that straight spouses take for
granted.
Yet marriage has its own dynamic, one that deepens bonds between
spouses and forges links to kin and community. From time
immemorial, parents have expressed ambivalence, even dismay, over
their children's choice of spouse, yet have been won over, if not
to the choice, then to the marriage and the stability it provides.
Michael's mother, Kathy, is from the town of Buena Vista, Va. She
was raised in a strict Brethren Church but now considers herself
"spiritual." She has been married and divorced twice. "This is
truly not what I expected to see in his marriage," she says of
Michael, her only son. But she adds: "I hope this is going to be a
stabilizing factor in his life, because he's been at loose ends for
a long time."
Marriage creates kin, a process in evidence today. Laura,
Jamie's onetime "monster mom," toasts the couple with the words,
"I'm so happy to have a fourth son." Jamie's father says, "I've
seen these two together enough to know that this is the kind of
relationship that marriage is about." Times may change, and
marriage may change, but parents are ever parents.
It is almost 5 p.m. The minister has given his blessing,
invoking Solomon's song that many waters cannot quench love.
"Remember this," he says, "remember this, remember this. Amen."
Then: "Before God and all present, do you, Michael, enter into
this marriage with an open mind and heart and promise to love Jamie
as long as you both shall live?" Michael firmly answers yes, and
then Jamie, less steadily, gives the same answer, wiping away tears
as he says, "Most importantly, I will work every day at loving you
better." The minister calls for the rings, and laughter relieves
sniffles as Jamie, flustered, offers his right hand.
That mistake corrected, the minister makes a pronouncement that
I never thought I would live to hear. "By the authority vested in
me by the state of Massachusetts, I declare that you, Jamie and
Michael, are joined in the covenant of marriage, with the blessing
of Christ's church. You may kiss."
They do. It is done.