08 Feb The Intolerance of Those Demanding Tolerance
I never cease to be amazed at the rationales, excuses, and bizarre lengths that some people will go to attack those of us, like myself, who supported Proposition 8 in the last election.
For those hate mongers who simply cannot bear the fact that Proposition 8 won, and have decided that those who supported it need to be vilified, attacked, and destroyed, I am pretty easy to find. Not only did I support Proposition 8, and vote for it, but I was a lead attorney in a lawsuit to invalidate the Same Sex Marriage licenses issued in response to the California State Supreme Court Ruling–that ruling created a “constitutional right” of homosexual marriage. Further, to add more flames to the fire, I was up all night on election night, one of 140+ attorneys who were designated to monitor the Registrars of Voters in counties around the state, to ensure fairness in the vote.
Even more to the chagrin of those of you who are the real haters in this situation, I will be filing one or more briefs with the California State Supreme Court defending the passage of Proposition 8 in the November, 2008, election.
Since the passage of Proposition 8, I have learned of racial epithets being hurled at Blacks who supported Proposition 8. I have read about death threats and violence directed at those who supported Proposition 8. I have learned of people being forced out of their jobs, or harassed at work, for having the audacity to contribute money to the Yes on Proposition 8 campaign.
I have read about the extreme lengths that those who cannot stand the fact that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Saints supported Proposition 8 have gone to vilify and attack that church. Nowhere, however, have I seen any attacks against the Black churches that went to the same, if not even greater, lengths to elect Barack Obama as President of the United States. It appears that church involvement in elections is only “evil” if it offends the activists in the homosexual movement, and their leftist allies.
It is amazing to me that those who cried for “fairness” during the last election, and who continually ask for tolerance for their lifestyles, not only show no tolerance for those who oppose them, but promote outright hate against those that oppose them.
Despite all the protestations of many in the homosexual movement, this lack of tolerance for opponents is nothing new.
In 1990, I was appointed to the San Diego City Human Relations Commission (“HRC”) by then San Diego City Councilman Bruce Henderson. Bruce took a lot of heat for appointing me, but he wanted someone with legal experience to keep an eye on the HRC. As it turned out, my experience in Constitutional law resulted in stopping unconstitutional actions of the HRC, as the San Diego City Attorney’s Office, at my urging, ruled that certain of the proposed actions of the HRC would violate the due process rights of individuals and businesses targeted by the HRC.
As I did not live within the city limits of the City of San Diego, the San Diego City Council had to grant a waiver, so that I could sit on the Commission. It did so unanimously. I was, it was acknowledged, the “token conservative” on the HRC,
Having gone through a childhood where I was short, fat, wore glasses, had a bizarre last name, and “my mommy dressed me funny”, I had developed a pretty thick skin. However, nothing could have prepared me for what I went through while sitting on that Commission.
During the 1980’s, I had publicly objected to a “trial balloon” “sent up” by then Governor Jerry Brown. He had proposed the idea of having a quota system for homosexual judges on the California Bench. My expressed position was that Judges should not be picked on the basis of their sexual orientation, they should be picked on the basis of their abilities. Nothing much came of it at the time, however, after I was appointed to the HRC, that stance was raised by activists in the homosexual community in San Diego. I later found out from two reporters that the local chapter of the Anti-Defamation League (ADL) had been keeping a file on me for a number of years and had provided copies of part of that file to homosexual activists and to the media. The purpose was to try to drive me off of the Commission. This was around the same time that it was revealed that the ADL Office in Los Angeles had been raided by the FBI, for buying police intelligence files, as part of their monitoring of people they considered to be their opponents, on both the left and on the right.
The resulting campaign of harassment forced me to keep my now deceased wife and my stepdaughter away from the meetings, due to the violence that they might have been subjected to, had it been discovered that they were, indeed, my wife and stepdaughter.
Somehow, my unlisted home phone number was obtained, and I received harassing phone calls on it and at my law office. I had people telling me that I had “better not” attend any more meetings of the Commission. From what I understand, death threats were leveled against me through the City Council Offices, and the result was that I was escorted to and from the meetings, through back stairways, by San Diego City Police Department Officers.
At the meetings, the 15-person Commission was set up in a horseshoe-shaped series of tables. At the direction of the Chairman of the Commission, I was seated at one end of the horseshoe, closest to the podium. During virtually every meeting for months, I was subjected to having blood-soaked cotton balls thrown at me, after they had been used to daub open sores on people, used condoms were launched at me, and I was subjected to the most vile and horrible comments. None of this was stopped, or even objected to, by the Chairman of the Commission, for it was his intention to force me off of the HRC. Concern was raised for my safety by the City, and 2-6 police officers, uniformed and plain clothes, attended the Commission meetings for months.
People were literally afraid to speak in my defense at the sessions, for fear of retaliation by the radical homosexual activists. Finally, one night, a group of Black men appeared at the meeting. They signed up for their time to speak, and they all donated their time to one man. That man, a rather imposing young Black man, got up and said that he did not know me, had never met me, but had heard what was going on in the commission meetings. He said he was there to support me, as I was simply standing up for what I believed was right, and that was all part of what America was about. When it appeared that some people in the audience were objecting to his stance in support of me, the other Black men that came with him made it clear that, if anyone attempted to attack this man, he would be defended. That man was Pastor Adelaide Mac, who I met shortly thereafter, and who I have considered a friend ever since.
The Chairman of the Commission wanted me off the HRC so badly that he even had the Commission vote to dissolve itself, believing that I would never be reappointed to the Commission when the entire Commission was reappointed.
Homosexual activists in the community told the media, where it was reported, that they had the votes to get me off the Commission, and that I would never be put back on. Unfortunately for them, then Mayor Maureen O’Connor publicly announced that she would not even put the issue of the dissolving of the Commission on the agenda. Her comments were essentially that, if the people that opposed me could not live with a 14 to 1 vote on issues, that was not her problem, and that she was not going to set the precedent of dissolving a commission just to get rid of one person with politically unpopular views.
When the time came for my two-year term to end, the council member that had succeeded Bruce Henderson did not even bother to replace me for six months into the next term. In the meantime, the attacks on groups like the Boy Scouts of America, and other groups that did not conform to political correctness, had no longer become 14 to 1 votes. Others on the Commission were joining with me on certain issues. In fact, when the Chairman pushed the idea of dissolving the Commission to get me off of it, there was only 10 votes for, 4 against, with 1 abstention. Even though I was supposedly the “token conservative,” other members of the Commission started having problems with the way that I was being treated and started to understand that I was not the “evil being” that some activists in the homosexual community had tried to portray me as. I later learned that other activists in the homosexual community were appalled by the treatment of me, being rightly concerned that such treatment of me would hurt their cause.
The intolerance of certain elements in the homosexual community is nothing new. They have been emboldened by their recent successes in the courts, which have created new rights out of “whole cloth,” and their ultimate goal is to destroy all opposition to their agenda.
Had Proposition 8 not passed, it would have been a very short jump to where Pastors in California were being criminally prosecuted for opposing homosexuality from the pulpit. This has already happened in Canada, Sweden, and in other countries. That may still happen, but, at least for now, Proposition 8 provides a bulwark against the attempts to erode the Freedom of Speech of those who oppose the homosexual agenda.
Gary G. Kreep