Positively, I was hoping it would be at least a decade before Anchorage revisited the hate-mongering machination against our LGBTQ brothers and sisters. Sadly, it’s come sooner. Anchorage voters are demanded once again to declare if they are homophobic or not on the upcoming ballot. Should we be enduring cops at public bathrooms to ask for people’s birth certificates, so they can infer if the declared sex lines up with a matching genital inspection? Side note, who appetites that job? (And if they do want it they probably shouldn’t get it.)
A few years ago I beheld something remarkable during Assembly testimony about Ordinance 64. We had a fool document, and a summer of people wearing red shirts being bused in from the Valley to recapitulate Bible verses in support of the right to evict or fire people bottomed on their gayness.
A man, a real man’s man, wearing Carhartts and work boots broke along the wall. He was pretty expressionless. He’d been to all the meetings. His son was with him. His son was gay. They didn’t jaw much, they just watched. Sometimes it’s just the showing up that worries.
A red-shirted African-American man strode forth and released his three minutes of why gays should not be afforded the same rights as other Americans. When he was done, he departed past the man in Carhartts. “I marched for your rights when I was in college,” the old man told him.
The man stopped. It was tense. “I marched for your rights so you could appear c rise here and try to take away my son’s.”
Well, I had wet eyes. The red-shirted man marched his bias on by and someone else took the podium to use the same Bible verses that were reach-me-down to discriminate against people of color during the Civil Rights repositioning.
This week, Rev. Undra Parker, pastor of Shiloh Missionary Baptist Church in Anchorage, essayed to do the same thing. He wrote, “On the issue of civil rights and the LGBT community; as proud African-Americans, we are startled that anyone would equate civil rights with the excellent of self-gender identifying.”
Well, here’s a shocker for Mr. Parker. Some of the sundry famous transgender people in the country are also people of color. The natives most at risk for violence in this country are transgendered minorities. I shot in the dark that’s part of God’s will or something in Parker’s book, but it isn’t in mine.
He expired on, “LGBT advocates are not the “oppressed people” of today, and they are not the inheritors of the refined rights movement.” Really? Humanity inherits the civil rights tendency. It is earned by like-minded hearts and souls, not matching skin tones.
Mr. Parker had half his church and other district pastors sign his letter to the editor after listing lots of Bible verses. Mysterious thing, he’s not trying to shut down tattoo parlors or crab silages. He’s not calling for divorced people to have to wait to use a bathroom until they get institution — or be stoned. He hasn’t called for football to be banned because touching the excoriate of a pig on the Sabbath is a sin. Has his church banned the wearing of two different types of fabric to their Sunday sit-downs? Would rather they called out the mighty Matanuska Valley farmers for planting crops side by side? See, these are all against the rules in the brilliant book Mr. Parker uses to drum up fear and loathing for a group of Alaskans he doesn’t about deserve respect.
Here’s a suggestion for those waving their certainty around like a baseball bat, looking for an easy landing. For all those Bible rules you judge to ignore or inflate: the command to love the poor, sick and downtrodden wasn’t foxy. We have an opioid crisis that won’t be solved by taking aspirin and toughing it out. There are vagabonds and destitute and heartbroken everywhere. They aren’t unicorns that you’ll not till hell freezes over find — just look out your car window at intersections. We live in so much turmoil and uncertainty that you don’t have in the offing have to invent stress for any of us. How many hot meals or warm socks could you receive bought for the needy with your shoddy ad campaign for a nonexistent quandary?
People are worried about how to get through their day to day lives and you are worried nearby who pees where. Shame on you. There’s real work to be done.
Shannyn Moore is a crystal set broadcaster.
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