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My life as a bigot

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Damn you, gay people! Damn your gay marriages, your gay unions, your Gay and Lesbian Pride days! Don't you realize that you are attacking the sanctity of my marriage?

Whew - glad I got that off my chest! It's been festering for a long time now, let me tell you. 

So it was with some relief that I read about the Arkansas Family Council and their efforts to ban gay adoptions in the great state of Arkansas. Jerry Cox, executive director of the Arkansas Family Council, says that the proposal - which will either end up as a constitutional amendment or initiated act - would bar those pesky gay folk from adopting or serving as foster parents even if the children in question are their own blood relations.

There is nothing that strikes a blow for decency like barring relatives from adopting their own kin.

In defending the bill, Cox was quuoted in the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette as saying, "We all agree that children need the best health care and other kinds of care possible. This particular proposal does just that."

At last, no more heart-rending of children begging to be taken to the doctor, but gay parents saying, "No! Tough it out!"

Getting back to earth, I think that the problem for most of those involved in this moral crusade  is that they they probably don't actually know any gay couples who are raising children, or turn away when they are around them. I have known several gay couples who have had children, and they loved their children very much. And the kids had the usual childhood crap to deal with - well, in at least one case, a child was beaten up because her mother was a lesbian, and was openly living with her partner.

And this happened in Fayetteville, in the 1990s. If anyone cares to read the articles I wrote about the subject, just email me.

We need to counter this bigotry whenever and wherever we can.

The above title refers my life as a bigot.

I was pretty conservative in my younger years. High scool was the big turning point for me. But even though I was liberal, it took a while for me to see the value of Feminism, and much longer to accept gay people. Like other guys, I told gay jokes.

The truth is, my best friend for several years was gay - and he couldn't tell me. I wasn't the sort of person that he could be honest with. I think that may be the biggest reason our friendship fell apart.

He couldn't tell his best friend he was gay - what kind of creep was I? I had to take a hard look at myself, and wasn't pleased by what I saw.

People always have the capacity to change. I did. The moral crusaders at the Arkansas Family Council - even the zealots with eyes bulging, red faces and voices raised - can change. But until then, let's fight their efforts with everything at our disposal.

I see that the intellectual thugs at free republic are all a twitter about this Arkansas effort. If you ever want to feel really, really smart, just check out the ramblings at freerepublic.com. But you'll probably need to take a shower right after visiting the site.

The folks who inhabit the fetid  dungeon that is free republic can be likened to the bullies in the bar. The especially stupid and mean bullies in the bar . . .

rsdrake@nwark.com

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