Letter: Some thoughts on Arizona’s proposed ban
Arizona Governor Jan Brewer actually had to deliberate over whether or not businesses should be legally permitted to refuse service to homosexuals. That’s got to be gratifying to religious fanatics everywhere.
I’m doubtful that any of this movement is based upon sincere Biblical principles, since it’s not likely to be followed by the state’s restaurants turning away the easy-to-spot glutinous segment, day spas turning away sloths, or sports apparel shops not admitting Redskins fans for their crippling sense of pride. And what about adulterers? As anyone who used to invite me to cocktail parties will attest, I can identify one of those sinners in under 90 seconds and block entry just as swiftly. It’s just a gift.
But why can’t we get back to the days when we discriminated non-legally—you know, when we just provided lousy service to people who annoyed us for whatever reason? And when we paid for it? An example that comes to mind is when I once (I drive a taxi) purposely dropped a woman off at the wrong location for her incessant use of air quotes! I think that made a “statement.”
But it just seems that religious fanatics aren’t contented to let God sort the more vexing things out. I’ve found that they are best understood when their demographic is compared to sadomasochists, since they don’t seem to be happy unless they’re whipping or being whipped. And in the case of Arizona, which could easily take on similar steam here, they seem to be operating with the logic of “beat me, whip me, make me write stupid legislation.”
I’d like to think that there are more normal people, which is to say people who are not religious fanatics, than these far-out types. And I dream of a time in the not-so-distant future (say, 20 years or so from now) when my heathen kind so outnumber the other kind that it will be safe for us to propose a bill that has them on the defensive.
Because it’s best to remind ourselves that not only are people who deserve equal treatment just as good as everyone else; they’re also just as bad, and their memories are long. Maybe by then we’ll write a bill that prevents religious fanatics from frequenting adult bookstores in sunglasses and baseball caps, from wearing camouflage to their children’s graduation ceremonies, or getting handicap parking decals for obesity. Sounds fair to me.
But all things being equal, 20 years from now I might be taking a great road trip and singing that song about there being no Arizona.