When I work on my writing I have this weird habit of leaving either the television or radio on in the background. Today as I’m working on my newest manuscript I happened to glance up to see the Tyra Banks show is on and the subject being aired Is Gay the New Black? Curious I began watching and my heart dropped at the level of ignorance some of these anti-gay people have the nerve to spew from their mouths.
One particular woman, a white Christian stated that being gay was a disease. What the fuck? No seriously what the fuck kind of statement is that? To compare the way a person is born to a disease is about the most ignorant thing that any person can say. At least that’s what I thought. Another woman an African-American told entertainer Sam Harris, a gay married man with a child, that when he stated Prop 8 was a Civil Rights issue he was was wrong. That he couldn’t compare the two because he wasn’t being hung from a tree for being gay. Again what the fuck? People die everyday, victims of hate crimes perpetrated in the name of Christianity because of their sexual orientation and the color of their skin.
Sometimes I’m ashamed of this ignorance that permeates humanity. We’re in the 21st Century people get a grip. What right do you have as a Christian or any other religion for that matter to judge? I was raised by a woman who considered herself a Christian, even read the Bible when I was younger. If you want to throw the Bible around as an excuse for saying being gay is a disease or abomination I can toss back a few quotes that you conveniently over look. Doesn’t the Bible state:
Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again. And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Matthew 7:1-3
The point of this statement is that you should look within yourself before judging another fellow human being. Those who throw around judgment and opinion with nothing to back it up should take a good long look in the mirror before opening their mouths.
Another quote that speaks of judging is the story of how the Pharisees brought a woman before Jesus who had be caught committing adultery. They were testing him and Jesus as always saw through their deception.
So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her. John 8:7
Of course the men in question were not without sin. Their own conscience got the better of them and they turned and walked away rather than confront Jesus further.
This last quote is not from the Bible. This is something my mother used to tell me. I grew up in the Bible Belt, a place of prejudice that ran deeper than the ocean. Somehow despite generations of burning crosses and white sheets, my mother grew to be a woman who knew that whatever higher power was out there was far more loving than some so-called Christians portrayed it. This was what she had to say to my siblings and I:
It doesn’t matter who we are in the eyes of those around us. We all are God’s children. Strip away the skin and we are all the same beneath–flesh, blood, and bone.
That was how I walked out of childhood and into adulthood.
A dear friend of mine when I was younger, an African-American girl, had problems with the way her mother treated her. She was watched like a hawk and if she wanted to go to anyone’s house her mother had to meet that person before it was allowed–especially if it were a white person. I met her mother and we connected. From that point forward she knew that her daughter was safe with me. I tried to explain to my friend that her mother had grown up in the Deep South before the Civil Rights movement. I told her the truth about what happened there, but she refused to believe it.
Fast forward a year and we’re both attending college. She decided to take a black history class and went to do research for a paper. I found her sitting outside the library sobbing. When I asked her what was wrong she pushed a book at me that she’d checked out. The book included such photos as that of a group of white men that had hanged a black man and posed as if the dead man were a deer. There were no words I could say that the photos she saw hadn’t. Finally she understood. We sat there holding one another for a good half-hour her tears soaking my shoulder as I stroked her back.
Perhaps those people who have the nerve to act as if hate crimes do not occur against the gay community should be forced to see in much the same way my friend did. After all a photo is worth a thousand words–isn’t it?