I try to be a tolerant person, I think I have better patience than most in being understanding of all walks of life, I genuinely try to respect the beliefs of others, no matter how much I disagree but despite my best efforts, I find their is one predjudice I can not get over. I am ashamed, but I will admit it.
The summer I spent as a camp counsler, for all it's wonderful moments, was one of the worst of my life. It was the first, and only time I have ever dreaded time spent around horses, a feat not considered possible until that point. As old men go, Mr. Sir (I've renamed him, he's well known) looked the part of any sweet country grandpa, he held a thick southern accent and wrapped her sermons around the smooth drawl of friendly country folk. His eyes are bright, he moves quick for a man in his 80's and can easily create a compliment like you've never heard. He's a people person, for the first few meetings anyways. His drawl, just as smooth as any compliment, will condemn you to hell before you can blink- for reasons unknown and unlikely to be understood.
Mr. Sir is what can only be refered to as a bible banger. The phrase makes me cringe, but it aptly discribes him, this man makes me cringe. The camp was not a religious one, though it did openly state the owners firm christian beliefes. Children off all socio-economic and religous backgrounds came to spend a week with horses, in the country living like true farm hands. My fellow counslers all agreed this was more a ploy by Mr. Sir to not only get FREE labor, but to be paid to have children work his ranch. The amount of actual work done to acutal playing was depressing. Several hours of cleaning/mucking for one hour of riding a day and some poorly planned arts and crafts- all for 600$ a month! But I digress... Mr. Sir, who ran an "equestrian experiance" summer camp took it upon himself to seperate the catholic children from the "christian" children. I am catholic myself and had on a few occasions been subject to Mr. Sir's tirades against the sinning catholics, but what happened next was entirley unprecidented and extremley inapropriate. The speech is burned into my mind.
"Children, I know that at your age you did not choose to be.. catholic. But did you know that Catholics are scorned by God, and are guranteed to burn in hell? Do you want to Burn In Hell? Jesus loves you, and God loves you, but your parents have been wicked, and you can choose to save yourself, and maybe save them too. Do you want your parents to burn in hell? The Lord said that if you are shown the true way and do not follow it, he has no mercy for you, but if you follow, you are always his and he will forgive you and let you into heaven."
5 6yr olds and 7 or 8 older kids where subject to this speech, all of them left crying, ready to accept anything, just so they might save their parents from hell. Was any thing truly accomplished? Was any child "saved"? No. They where terrified, given a cruel taste of an already unexcepting religion.
Stories about Mr. Sir could go on for pages, every few hours he was doing something mildly deranged in the name of the Lord. One exceptionally hot texas morning, I was standing around with my other counslers and a very old, cery crippled black lab named Lucille. Mr. Sir, noticing what might be a congregation speed up to us on his Gator, which at this point was more an extension of his body than a seperate vehicle. Yelling, so he could be heard over the roar of his engine, he pointed to Lucille, and began
"You see that dog ovah there? That dog, she come limping into my office one morning, and I look at her and I say, DOG! you will not limp! And that dog, she looks at me, straightens up and walks away. The next day she come limping into my office agin, and I say to her DOG, you WILL walk... and she does, she walks away! Now, on the third day- that dog, here she comes into my office and she's limping and I command to her DOG, In the name of Jesus Christ I command you to NOT LIMP and walk! and I swear to you, that dog walked away and sure as I'm here she hasn't walked with a limp once more!"
We all looked around at each other, and down at the decrepit labrador at our feet. Mr Chown, perhaps noticing he was loosing his crowd, continued in a voice ment to carry through cathedrals, if he's been a Catholic that is..
"God, GOD, God gave us Dominion over the animals, he gave Adam the right to name them, and control them and that right is in all MEN and all you need to do is be SAVED and invoke the name of Jesus Christ, and in the name of Jesus you will COMMAND that animal to do as you demand for that is your God given right, and Lucille knows she must listen, the Lord Jesus makes her obey!"
Lucille, hearing her name a few to many times, opens one rheumy eye and than the other, trying to judge if the talking is going to continue, or will we possibley shut up and let her nap. Deciding we probabley wouldnt shut up, she slowly, carefully, stiffly pushed herself off the ground, her hips gave a painful crack. She balanced herself for half a second, and then as slowly as she had stood up, she took her first halting step. Every other step, a pronounced limp, presumabley caused by arthritis.
Silence followed. We where trying to hide giggles- thankfully Mr. Sir is mostly deaf, and mostly blind. I'm not even sure if he noticed the dog's limp or thought the silence was out of awe or respect.
As quickly as he had sped up, Mr. Sir dished out morning chores and was gone. Lucille was happily passed out in a mud puddle in the donkey pen.
Maybe it's a little bit of catholic pride that makes me hate this man so much, maybe it's a little unfair to blame him for my loss of faith in christians as a group, but since meeting him, I've only met more like him, girls my age, completley blinded by some fanatical preacher and his skewed bible verses. It scares me, the hatred they can back up by twisted bible verses, proving to themselves they are right- and what more do you need than self approval? It's when you don't approve of yourself that you seek others opinions, but if your sure your right, no matter the cost.... that just seems so dangerous to me, believing your hate is sanctioned by god.
It's experiences like the summer with Mr. Sir, and the vast amount of people I know personally who carry this same hate, combined with the acts we've already seen Bush & McSame commit (and all of it sanctioned by there firm beliefe in the fact that Christ is on their side!) that scares me about Sarah Palin. Her beliefs are even more on ther for front than Mcains, she believes, much like Bush does, that invading Iraq was God's plan, therefore unquestionably right. She believes in continuing the segregation and degradation of working, functioning, contributing and tax paying american citizens simply because their love does not qualify in her bible. She openely condemns healthy adult relationships of those of the same sex (and of course, this is so widespread not even to be news, but it's still infuriating) simply because her bible, her god, her beliefs say it's wrong- who care's what yours say! And from experience, the hatred is just as strong for Catholics, Jews and Muslims as it is for gays, if gay's can be discriminated against for the sake of religion, where is the line drawn between other non christian ideas?
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