A heart-rending email:
I grew up Catholic, happily attending one of those oh-so-seventies, homemade host, guitar mass parishes. I loved the Church and the way my family worshipped Christ. The warmth of the Church then seemed part of even the designs on the cover of the Monthly Missalette. As a college student, ironically, my faith became more traditional. Though mindful of its failings, I was awed by the traditions of the Church and reveled in its history and the grandeur of its thought. Even during the crisis of faith that occurred when I came out, the Church commanded–yes, I think that’s the right word–my awe and respect. No more. Having come out, I vowed never to feel ashamed again of being gay. And I’ve been mostly successful. The Vatican’s announcement however, left me sad and angry in a way I couldn’t pin down. Then I realized the Church made me ashamed, ashamed of who I was and my relationship. Congratulations, then, to the Vatican and the Pope. Bitter now, I’ll never again step foot in a Catholic church.
Another gay man bites the bullet as well:
I woke up this morning to that bit of news in the media and immediately knew that I was about to make a life altering decision as to my religious practice. For a while, I’ve been toying with the idea of discontinuing my membership and support of the Roman Catholic Church and moving to what in my upbringing would be called “the next best thing”: the Episcopal Church, or the Anglican Church in the US. Decisions are often made when we feel we have no other choice. And this feeble and feeble-minded pontiff, controlled by old, like minded, men who run around Roman palaces in red and pink and purple dresses has helped me realize that as a thinking gay man, I have no other choice but to leave this church. In the twenty-first century North American society in which I find myself, one of the strongest votes I can register is often the vote of my pocketbook. And in leaving the Catholic church, I also withdraw the financial support that the church realistically needs to sustain its increasingly errant mission. I hope many others do the same.
I feel my own conscience getting closer and closer to making the same decision. It tears me apart to see no prospect of the Catholic Church ending its war on gay people and their dignity in my lifetime. In fact, I think it’s getting worse; and the next Pope from the developing world could make the current one seem humane. Leaving the sacraments would be a huge blow to the soul; but the pope just called the love I have for my boyfriend “evil.” That’s a word he couldn’t bring himself to use about Saddam Hussein. How can I recognize what I know to be true with what the Pope has just said? I cannot. It doesn’t leave many options but departure.
ONE HISTORICAL ANALOGY: The last big battle over marriage rights was, of course, over miscegenation. In 1967, the Supreme Court struck down state bans on inter-racial marriage on equal protection grounds. But what’s interesting is how unpopular this was at the time. The Gallup poll in 1968 found a whopping 72 percent of the public opposed such marriages. That’s markedly more than the opposition to same-sex marriage today (which is in the 50 – 60 percent range, and in the states considering it, actually a minority view). Why was that not an example of outrageous judicial activism? Yes, I know that equal protection on grounds of race has far more teeth in constitutional law. But still. This was a hugely unpopular and undemocratic move. It directly thwarted the democratic will of the people, especially in those states forced by judicial fiat to let blacks marry whites. It was judicial tyranny at the expense of democracy. And opponents – latter-day Stanley Kurtzes – were full of the slippery slope argument. Here’s one 19th Century screed from Tennessee, in opposition to miscegenation:
We might have in Tennessee the father living with his daughter, the son with the mother, the brother with his sister, in lawful wedlock, because they had formed such relations in a state or country where they were not prohibited. The Turk or the Mohammedan, with his numerous wives, may establish his harem at the doors of the capitol, and we are without remedy. Yet none of these are more revolting, more to be avoided, or more unnatural than the case before us.
If that guy were alive today, he’d have the cover-story in the Weekly Standard.