Hate Speech
Mar. 21st, 2004 03:04 pmYesterday, my Jennifer and I were standing outside the chinese buffet on High Street in Clintonville waiting for
crena, Scott, and the kids. We were there for maybe 5 minutes, so we're doing anything other than that random loitering-type-thing people do when they're waiting and trying not to look like goobers. So there we were, in Clintonville, the Lesbian Capital of Ohio.
A beat-up Toyota Camry drove toward our general area in the parking lot, and slowed down when it got to where we were standing. A man rolled down his window and yelled at us, "No fucking gay marriage! No fucking marriage for fucking gays!" (Or maybe it was, "No fucking marriage, you're fucking gay!" It was hard to tell.) I hadn't been looking in that direction, but when he started hollering I couldn't help it. And that's when I noticed that he had two small children in the back seat of his car. At that point, I got furious.
Regardless of his personal feelings on same-sex marriage or homosexuality in general, and heck, regardless of the subject matter even, what kind of message are you sending to little children when you stop in a parking lot, roll down your window, and yell obscenities at two strangers who are standing on a sidewalk? I wanted to yell back, "I work for Children's Services! That's a great way to raise your kids!" but of course that would be a) feeding into his misery and b) another model of bad behavior. So Jen and I just stood there, and he drove off.
You know, I can totally understand and have no problem with the fact that some people believe that some of the things I do are wrong. I mean, sure, I'm in a relationship with a woman and all, but there are people who are opposed to social programs, and who are opposed to divorce, and who are opposed to non-Christians, and who are opposed to swearing and a woman's right to choose and close dancing and hip hop music and other things that I happen to be fond of. I believe in freedom of speech and thus I believe that people should be able to say whatever they want about whatever they want, and I believe in freedom of religion so I support their right to belong to a church that I don't agree with. But I just don't understand the thought process that is behind rolling down a window to shout obscenities at strangers any more than I understand protesting against a particular group of people at a funeral.
I find myself wondering what sort of dialogues this man and his children had last night in response to his little outburst on High Street. And then I have to consciously stop thinking about it, because it makes me very angry. Dude, seriously, spare the vulgarity and the hatemongering in front of the kids, hunh? If you have a problem with your assumption of who I am or what I do (I mean, it's not like I walk around wearing a tshirt that reads, "Yes, she and I have sex" or a neon rainbow flag over my head), come and talk to me about it if you want to, but don't scream the fuck-word at me across a parking lot in front of some little kids.
T-minus 2 months and counting.
A beat-up Toyota Camry drove toward our general area in the parking lot, and slowed down when it got to where we were standing. A man rolled down his window and yelled at us, "No fucking gay marriage! No fucking marriage for fucking gays!" (Or maybe it was, "No fucking marriage, you're fucking gay!" It was hard to tell.) I hadn't been looking in that direction, but when he started hollering I couldn't help it. And that's when I noticed that he had two small children in the back seat of his car. At that point, I got furious.
Regardless of his personal feelings on same-sex marriage or homosexuality in general, and heck, regardless of the subject matter even, what kind of message are you sending to little children when you stop in a parking lot, roll down your window, and yell obscenities at two strangers who are standing on a sidewalk? I wanted to yell back, "I work for Children's Services! That's a great way to raise your kids!" but of course that would be a) feeding into his misery and b) another model of bad behavior. So Jen and I just stood there, and he drove off.
You know, I can totally understand and have no problem with the fact that some people believe that some of the things I do are wrong. I mean, sure, I'm in a relationship with a woman and all, but there are people who are opposed to social programs, and who are opposed to divorce, and who are opposed to non-Christians, and who are opposed to swearing and a woman's right to choose and close dancing and hip hop music and other things that I happen to be fond of. I believe in freedom of speech and thus I believe that people should be able to say whatever they want about whatever they want, and I believe in freedom of religion so I support their right to belong to a church that I don't agree with. But I just don't understand the thought process that is behind rolling down a window to shout obscenities at strangers any more than I understand protesting against a particular group of people at a funeral.
I find myself wondering what sort of dialogues this man and his children had last night in response to his little outburst on High Street. And then I have to consciously stop thinking about it, because it makes me very angry. Dude, seriously, spare the vulgarity and the hatemongering in front of the kids, hunh? If you have a problem with your assumption of who I am or what I do (I mean, it's not like I walk around wearing a tshirt that reads, "Yes, she and I have sex" or a neon rainbow flag over my head), come and talk to me about it if you want to, but don't scream the fuck-word at me across a parking lot in front of some little kids.
T-minus 2 months and counting.
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Date: 2004-03-21 08:27 pm (UTC)(them, not you)
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Date: 2004-03-21 11:48 pm (UTC)Heh.
People are nuts.
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Date: 2004-03-22 08:36 pm (UTC)Go go propaganda!
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Date: 2004-03-21 09:18 pm (UTC)It made me so intensely mad to hear that story. That is fucking ABUSE! And, if this guy has been raising his kids like that the whole time, they were probably cheering him on from the back seat! Ugh. It makes me sick!
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Date: 2004-03-21 11:50 pm (UTC)Wow. How did your ex get through it?
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Date: 2004-03-21 10:02 pm (UTC)-Katy
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Date: 2004-03-22 01:21 pm (UTC)When we were in about the 10th grade, my grandfather used to drive me to school since, well, you and I were young'ins who turned 16 in Grade 11. Anyway, there was this kid who looked about 12 years old who would take his parents' big car for a joyride every morning for about two weeks, right around that curve where Carnation Street in Woonsocket becomes that other street that the tennis courts were on...
Ha! He almost hit us several times, and then he was gone. I guess he got busted.
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Date: 2004-03-23 11:35 am (UTC)Is it June yet?
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Date: 2004-03-22 03:54 pm (UTC)I mean, honestly. They wouldn't shout, "Hey, don't eat that cheeseburger, fattie!" to someone in line at a McDonald's, would they? Although I have had someone say to me, "Watch where you're going, Roseanne!" when I accidentally bumped into them making my way through a crowded bar. come to think of it, some people are just morons and I'm ashamed of that part of the human race. *sigh*
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Date: 2004-03-22 09:33 pm (UTC)It's disgusting.
Who raised these people? Oh wait, I met one on Saturday.