Los Angeles, San Fran., Corte Madera, Sonoma, San Diego, Palm Springs
OK, so I concede defeat. This first time blogger just couldn’t keep up. I had hoped to send a report from every city on my book tour for Religion Gone Bad but the nights were short and the days were packed with media interviews, radio talk shows, bookstore signings, taxi rides, rushing up and down airport concourses, checking in and out of hotels, meals-on-the-run, and endless airplane flights. I just couldn’t keep up. Here’s a summary of the “adventures of Mel” in the six cities since Minneapolis.
Los Angeles: Home again with family and old friends. I spent the only free afternoon babysitting my grandson Sean who was sick with a fever. Erinn was teaching so Lyla and I joined forces to care for the newest member in our family. Just before the presentation at Book Soup (in Beverly Hills) son, Mike, text messaged me to say, “If you introduce me I’ll bolt for the door.” He and Erinn both hate it when I brag about Mike’s impressive accomplishments as a filmmaker or Erinn’s amazing success as wife, mother, grad student and elementary school teacher. Several of Mike’s Hollywood friends joined him at the signing. Lyla, who is Executive Director of the Pasadena Playhouse, brought members of her staff. Granddaughter Katie represented Erinn and Terry who were home with Sean.
I know you blog readers don’t care about these personal details, but having the whole family enthused about my new book and anxious to support its release is a symbol of prayers answered and fears allayed. My autobiography, Stranger at the Gate, tells the story of those years when I was certain that the struggle to accept my homosexuality would destroy our family and ruin the lives of my children. I prayed daily that somehow God would get us through those dark, difficult days. This visit to Los Angeles reminded me again how God had answered that prayer. There is no way to ignore the fact that the separation and divorce were painful to Lyla and the kids. But through it all, they never stopped loving and supporting me and I am forever grateful.
San Francisco: The bookstore on Market Street just blocks from the Castro was jammed with old friends and new. Richard Baltzell, once my agent/editor/muse and for at least 40 years my friend was there with his partner Chuck Gee. Corey Hidelbaugh, a very special Soulforce volunteer (now beginning his first year at Pacific School of Religion) was present. Corey and his partner Jared moved to Lynchburg without being asked to help us in our work for justice with Falwell and the students at Falwell’s Liberty University. Kara Speltz, the amazing activist who handles my email overload and other Soulforce friends and supporters also came to cheer me on.
I wish I could name all of you who came to the signings, faithful donors whose names I couldn’t remember, old friends with wrinkles, white hair, and sagging waist lines who reminded me of the times we spent together during decades past, and readers of Stranger at the Gate who told me with tears in their eyes how the book had given them hope and even saved their lives.
While walking through the Castro en route to the signing, a middle-aged man in suit and tie passed me looking scared, lonely and entirely out of place. I saw myself in his eyes and remembered my own fearful visits to the Castro (just 60 miles from my home in Santa Cruz) when I was both terrified and exhilarated by the sight of gay men holding hands and lesbian women strolling arm in arm. I never dreamed that one day the terror would be replaced by joy and I would return to that gay ghetto as a proud member of the Queer community.
But I have to admit that entering one of America’s gay ghettoes also left me feeling uneasy and a bit fearful for what might happen here and in other of our gay ghettoes across the US if we don’t wake up to the dangers that could lie ahead. In Religion Gone Bad I tell the story of a secret meeting in 1994 attended by 54 leaders of the Christian right determined to work out their long term solution for America’s “homosexual problem.”
Paul Cameron, a psychologist discredited and denounced by the American Psychological Association for his misuse of data, was one of the keynote speakers at the secret meeting in a castle in the Glen Eyrie conference grounds in the foothills above Colorado Springs. “Unless we get medically lucky,” he had said a few years earlier, “in three of four years, one of the options discussed will be the extermination of homosexuals.” Former Surgeon General C. Everett Coop, himself an evangelical, warns us that Cameron was recommending the extermination option as early as 1983.
Journalist Mark E. Pietrzyk writes in the New Republic, “At least twice Cameron has advocated the tattooing of AIDS patients in the face so that people would know when they were meeting with an infected person. The penalty for trying to hide the tattoo would be banishment to the Hawaiian island of Molokai, a former leper colony. In the event that a vaccine was developed to prevent AIDS, Cameron has proposed that homosexuals be castrated to prevent them from ‘cheating’ on nature.”
Cameron has called for gay bars to be closed and gays to be registered with the government. In spite of the fact that the Southern Poverty Law Center calls Cameron “…one of the most thoroughly discredited researchers in America” it is Cameron’s data that is still used by Dobson, Robertson and the others to caricature and condemn lesbians and gays. When you read or hear the ridiculous statistics about us they probably originate with Cameron. It was Cameron himself who was called to address the leaders of the Christian right in 1994 gathered to create a strategy that would demean and dehumanize us, deny us our civil rights, and drive us back into the closet.
In Religion Gone Bad I describe that strategy and show how one-by-one the Christian fundamentalists are meeting their goals for us. What happens to us if terrorists explode a dirty bomb and close down a major American city? What happens when Falwell, Robertson, Dobson and the others rush to blame us for the tragedy? What happens if the President declares martial law and we are denied our basic rights while barbed wire is being strung up around our ghettoes?
I think the most dangerous rumor going around these days are these four words: “It couldn’t happen here.” I want to quote that Jewish mother who brought her children to meet “gay people” in 1994 when we were fasting in front of Dobson’s headquarters.”Last time they took you first,” she said. “And I just don’t want that to happen again.”
I end the Preface to Religion Gone Bad with these words: “I hope I can persuade you that the struggle for ‘gay rights’ is the next stage in the broader struggle for civil rights in this country. Consciously or unconsciously fundamentalist Christians are using their anti-homosexual campaign to see how much intolerance the American people will tolerate. The intolerance must end. By working to achieve liberty and justice for gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender Americans, we are actually working to preserve and protect liberty and justice for all Americans. This is the time to rediscover our own progressive moral values, reclaim the spiritual high ground, and resist those who demean and dehumanize any of God’s children. This is not just a struggle to win civil righs for gay Americans. It is a struggle against fundamentalist Christianity (to use their words) “for the heart and soul of the nation.” It is a struggle we dare not lose.
