The annual Christian anti-abortion march through sinful, godless San Francisco took place last Saturday, with protestors clutching printed signage as they streamed down Franklin Street from St. Mary's Cathedral.
It was a smaller crowd than usual, probably because busloads of believers from around the Western United States did not make the trip this year on account of the pandemic. The disease still didn't stop about one-third of the marchers from defiantly walking around without masks, and when I asked a couple of SF Park & Rec Rangers in Civic Center Plaza why they couldn't be arrested, they shrugged their shoulders and replied, "There's no legal mask mandate."
The struggle between secular society and religious authoritarians is currently a global war, one that seems to be characterized by a need to keep women in their place. The United States was founded as a secular society, and the religionists have been fighting that reality ever since.
Most of my life, I have had a live and let live attitude towards religious people, but after the last four years of watching Christian fundamentalists attempting to enforce their moral beliefs on society at large, my patience seems to be gone. So I opened the window last Saturday morning and unleashed a loud torrent of obscenties at the marchers that surprised even me.
4 comments:
These craven fascists are the antithesis of San Francisco values. Don't bother trying to reason with them - their faith in an imaginary and hateful deity renders them incapable of logic. They shouldnt be allowed to prevent women from exercising their right to choose. Resist the religious ultraright by any means necessary!
Screaming at them sounds like fun. Doesn't look like many. As you probably know, when working on the death penalty initiative, we had to work them for signatures -- they claim to be pro-life. Nobody queer would do it, but the nice people who did the job found it chilling -- and not that many signatures.
During the 1993 March on Washington, a het friend of ours snagged a leather covered bible from a then-unknown Fred Phelps right across from the White House. As we marched down Pennsylvania Avenue, I'd rip pages out of the tome, wad them up and throw them at Christian protesters we'd encounter, occasionally wiping them on a dog's ass first.
Once in San Mateo, when Operation Rescue was inflamed in the early 1990s, we'd do defense at clinics around the Bay Area. Once in San Mateo, there were some particularly hot young Christian teen pro-lifers. We'd berate them with suggestions about their endowment and ask for a flash for proof. The best was when my now husband and I insinuated ourselves in the middle of their prayer circle and performed mock fellatio. Boy howdy, did the faithful speak in tongues!
Proud of you for your invective, Michael!
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