This is Diamond, enjoying an extra side of “hate” with today’s Monday Morning Chicken. (Because we’re all about the “hate“.)
Memo to the gay “marriage” militants: you’ve officially jumped the shark. When you attempt to transform a perfectly mild statement of support for traditional marriage–an opinion held by every rational human on the planet for a few thousands years, and barely even broached in mainstream discourse until about a decade ago–into evidence of “hate” that must be punished, you’ve admitted that intelligent discourse no longer has any role in your movement.
When I was in college, I remember listening to gay rights advocates (and at NYU in the 1980s, you couldn’t walk ten feet without running into one) viciously mocking the very concept of marriage, and that was the dominant attitude until they realized they could weaponize marriage in an effort to mainstream homosexuality. The idea that there was this vast number of gay couples pining for the chance to marry is laughable. It has always been an unimportant, fringe issue affecting a minuscule portion of the population. It’s real purpose was as a wedge issue in the culture war. Given the vast problems faced by humanity, the idea that gay marriage is sucking so much oxygen out of our national dialog should appall anyone with a genuine interest in the future of our world.
In the end, they’ll win, because they have the appeal to emotion, the education system, the media, all of one political party, a portion of the other, and the entertainment industry on their side. It’s just a matter of time, and I realize that. It’s a silly subject for a society in as much trouble as ours. There are important battles that can be fought and won–such as conscience protections, poverty, and life issues–and battles that are doomed. For Catholics, the gay marriage fight is lost. The best we can do is make sure we have legal protections against the inevitable attacks that will follow when the first Catholic institutions refuse to recognize these new “marriages,” because that’s what this was all about.
Chick-fil-A has become a defining cultural moment. It sounds silly to say such a thing about a overblown reaction to an unimportant comment by a guy who sells chicken sandwiches for a living, but it’s the truth. That little army of Davids sitting on the sidelines, trying to mind their own business, saw the forces of intolerance rise up and call them “haters” because of their opinion, and they didn’t like it one little bit.
“Wait,” they thought. “I don’t hate gays. I don’t hate anybody. I just think a marriage is between a man and a woman.” See, that’s not called “hate.” That’s called, “What almost everyone has always believed forever.” That the pendulum has swung so far in the other direction so quickly is a testament to a concerted effort to sway public opinion. And it’s worked: a good chunk of the population, who had never really bothered to consider the idea, said, “Ah, what the hell, let ‘em marry if they want. WhaddoIcare?”
Then the campaign ran smack into the other, larger portion of the population, which said, “Mmm, no. Nice try, but no. Your campaign worked with the others, but we’re going to try to hold the line on this one.” Celebrity comings-out, Very Special Episodes of TV shows, touching articles, happy little rainbows, ribbons, commercials, parades, movie-star endorsements, and all the rest of the trappings of a well-orchestrated propaganda effort weren’t going to sway more than half of the population from their completely logical belief that marriage is one man and one woman, period.
And so that remaining half needed stronger medicine. They needed to be lumped in with Orval Faubus and David Duke. They needed to be shamed as bigots and haters. This had to become the New Civil Rights Battle, to which a large portion of the black community said, “Er, what?! You’re saying not being able get a lower insurance rate is the same as being attacked with dogs, hosed down, spit on, denied fair education and voting rights, told to move to the back of the bus, and, oh yeah, frigging enslaved?” Go ahead, pull the other one.
But that was the new narrative, and anyone opposed was little more than a mouth-breathing, cross-burning, gay-bashing hater who needed to be excluded from society.
This whole Chick-fil-A thing is a watershed moment. Hundreds of thousands of happy people (including my family) turned out to peacefully eat fast food as a gesture of solidarity. There was no hate, and everyone who reported on the events around the country (at least the reporters who aren’t liars) encountered reasonable people making a small gesture for freedom of speech and traditional values.The centrality of food to the entire issue was significant, since food is a core element of cultural communication. America’s troubled relationship with junk food, the communal nature of shared meals and public eating (so central to Christianity), the intersection of sexuality and culture, the indication that this is a dress rehearsal for the November elections: all of these things made the Chick-fil-A moment the most important story of the summer, while simultaneously being the silliest.
I don’t think it will change anything in the long run. This is a war of attrition, and most people have a lot more serious things to worry about. The issues involved are abstract, and hard for most to articulate. Gay marriage proponents are winning the youth, which means their victory is merely a matter of time. Hearts and minds, however, will be a more difficult matter, particularly after a vast segment of the nation has been vilified for merely believing what people have always believed.
Proponents can hurl all the insults, wear all the ribbons, and even pass all the laws they want, but it will be a hollow victory. You can no more claim that two people of the same gender are married than (to steal a line from CS Lewis) “a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word ‘darkness’ on the walls of his cell.” It’s an ontological impossibility. It would be a mad world indeed if you could claim “red” is now “blue” by simply berating people into passing a law. And even in that mad world, “red” would never really be “blue.”