Updated: August 3, 2014 6:20AM
I expected some backlash from last month’s continual news cycle by media outlets regarding the same-sex marriage issue in this conservative state.
For instance, this voice mail I received: “Jerry, I’ve had enough of this whole gay marriage thing and all the photos of gays holding hands, lesbians kissing, and all of them tying the knot. Can we move on to other news? REAL news!”
What I didn’t expect was this email response from a Post-Tribune subscriber: “I understand news reporting, however, I feel we are being inundated & forced fed with coverage concerning gay marriage,” stated the reader, whose email name is female.
“When I pick up my paper to read I should not be subjected on a daily basis with news of them with front page posting of their lifestyle. How many front page and other coverage do you print with heterosexual couples kissing since we are to believe that this is normal?” she continued.
Again, I understand this sort of response. I don’t agree, but I understand. However, here is the kicker, with a new twist ending.
“Nevertheless, my point is when my subscription expires please do not expect me to renew. I do not want to lend support to this cause with my dollars helping pay for print.”
Huh? What? Seriously?
By subscribing to the P-T, or any “news” printing newspaper, you are supporting the gay rights agenda in this region? Really? This logic simply astounds me.
I get it that many Americans — and by many I mean many millions — are in opposition of equality for gays, especially when it involves the word marriage. I get that. Of course it doesn’t matter what their opinions are because, finally, this rising movement is reaching tsunami-like proportions in America the Bigoted.
Our children and their children will someday wonder what the hubbub was all about back in 2014 and throughout this decade. I guarantee it. It’s a given.
The legalization momentum for same-sex marriage is sweeping the country, with a growing list of victories to celebrate, from California to Maine, New Mexico to Minnesota. Public opinion on this law also has risen slowly yet steadily over this past decade, from 42 percent in 2004 to 55 percent this year. It will only get higher.
Yet this obvious “news” still grates on clearly agitated detractors who feel it’s being shoved down their throats, going down like a broken shard of glass. They. Just. Can’t. Accept. It. Period.
I get that, too. Homosexuality is wrong. It’s sinful. The bible says so. Blah, blah, blah. I get it. Again, I don’t agree but I understand where they’re coming from. From their first breath, their first step, their first church visit, they’ve been taught (wrongly) that gays are sinful, shameful, ungodly, etc. That’s all they know.
It’s called ignorance. I understand ignorance. I’m ignorant of things, too. What I don’t understand is arrogance. Specifically, the arrogance of people who feel they’re better or more godly or more deserving of basic rights than others, based strictly on their sexual orientation.
This is wrong. This is changing. And, yes, dear reader, this is news, which is supposed to challenge our viewpoints at times. (Especially, ahem, opinion columns.)
Newspapers cover such news, with continual updates, front-page headlines and — gasp! — photos of gay people to illustrate the stories. Yes, some gay Hoosiers are holding hands, others are hugging and a few are — gasp again! — kissing each other.
Admit it, it’s such “graphic” photos that truly repulse you, right? Why, critics claim, must media outlets parade gays in front of everyone? They already have an annual pride parade to show off their lifestyle, they insist. Isn’t that enough? Uh, no.
I attended Sunday’s Pride Parade in Chicago along with an estimated million other people from several states, including the growing state of acceptance in this country.
Yes, some parade floats openly flamed the gay lifestyle with sexually charged silliness, confirming convenient stereotypes from the straight community. But I found many moments of prideful, even joyous, revelry from not only gay participants but gay supporters. (Watch my video at posttrib.suntimes.com/news/davich/index.html.)
I watched parents of gay kids parade their pride for all to see. And applaud to. I watched gay military veterans march to standing ovations. I watched endless homemade posters hoisted along Halsted Street, reminding us that “Love is Love.”
With all the daily crime, mayhem and violence typically plastered on the front pages of newspapers, you’d think that a loving couple (of any sexual orientation) holding hands, hugging and exchanging tearful wedding vows would be similarly applauded.
But no, not by some readers. Instead, they somehow feel they’re “supporting” gay rights by subscribing to newspapers which cover this historic issue.
Shame on gays for wanting equality? No, shame on you for subscribing to such antiquated ignorance and self-righteous arrogance. It’s old news.
Storms — personality barometer?
Monday night’s electrifying storm served as a barometer, in many ways, as to what kind of person you are, whether it’s:
The Watchers — who can’t keep their eyes off the dangerous but picturesque sky.
The Basement Dwellers — who think safety first, above all else.
The Shutterbugs — who feel compelled the take photos of it all.
The Worrywarts — who can’t take their eyes off their sump pump, their trees, their roof, their kids, their …
The News Junkies — who stay glued to the Weather Channel and any news updates.
The Paul Reveres — who feel it’s their civic duty to keep everyone updated with continual warnings via phone, social media and texts.
The Adventurers — who find an excuse to venture outdoors to absorb it all.
The Snoozers — who figure it’s an ideal time to finally get some sound sleep.
The Romantics — who open their drapes, windows and inhibitions to make passionate love as Mother Nature orchestrates the lighting, soundtrack and special effects.
So, which are you?
Connect with Jerry via email, at firstname.lastname@example.org, voice mail, at 713-7237, or Facebook, Twitter, and his blog, at jerrydavich.wordpress. com.