CT Blue

One of the things about the pesky Constitution is that, no matter how much one warps one part of it, some other part seems to get in the way of those who seek to pervert it. Case in point: The religious groups that wanted to use public fora to display their creches had to accept menorahs. That was bad enough, but they also have to accept displays from those who don’t believe in any God at all, which is exactly what happened in Vernon, where the Connecticut Valley Atheists beat the Christians and the Jews to the punch and got prime space on the Town Green for this display:

As Newton said, for every action there’s a reaction. Agnostics and atheists, in the past were content to let the religious alone, until the right wing started trying to push their particular brand of totalitarian balderdash down our collective throats, including the throats of plenty of believers. Now the secularists are beginning to push back, and it’s nice to see Connecticut, once the most hidebound Puritanical state in the country, leading the way. Some in Vernon are claiming the sign is inappropriate because its content is not only “religious”, but political. Putting aside the fact that political speech is exactly the type we should encourage in the public square, the dodge won’t fly for other reasons, as Dennis Himes, co-ordinator of the group, pointed out:

Himes said he would have preferred no displays relating to religion on town property, but decided to apply to place one in the park because he expected Christian and Jewish displays.

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Himes said the whole issue became political when the town decided to allow religious displays on town property.

“The original question was whether Vernon would have a nativity scene on church property or town property,” Himes said. “The difference between those two is a political difference.”

Expect this sort of thing to pop up more and more, to the consternation of the religious right. The same thing happened when they got Congress to pass a law allowing them to have religious meetings in public schools after school. The constitution required that the privilege be extended to every group, not just the religious. Here’s what happened in Utah, home of the Mormons:

During the 1995-96 school year, a group of students wanted to form a club that would discuss and deal with sexual orientation issues. The district clamped down on the group and tried to stop it from meeting. The students fought back, staged a school walk-out and lobbied for their cause.

Finally, when the district realized it would be impossible to single out this one group; as a result they decided to ban all non-curricular school clubs. Along with the Gay-Straight Alliance, the Young Republicans and Democrats, Students Against Drunk Driving, the Polynesian Club and countless other clubs were prohibited from meeting. According to the ACLU, this is the only district in the nation that has gone to such extreme measures.

But even with the ban, the GSA figured out a way to continue meeting. Under the state’s Civic Center Act, any group can rent space from a public school after hours. So, the group found a sponsor, paid the rent and continued to meet. They are now one of the few non-curricular groups that still gather in the district and more such groups are popping up at other schools in the Salt Lake valley.

Imagine if you will, that the Supreme Court had never banned prayer in schools. Our much more diverse nation would have spent a lot of the last 50 years arguing about which prayers we should be saying, and to which god we should be praying. If the troglodytes on the present court bring them back, wait for the firestorm when the non-Christian majority school districts start praying to Allah, or, if equal time is required, the atheists demand hymns of praise to the beneficent laws of chance.

Since Mormons are in the news lately, I share herewith a story about my own pilgrimage to the Mormon Tabernacle back in 1971. The school year ended early as a result of the post Cambodian invasion student strikes. Four Bowdoin students, including me, decided to take the archetypal road trip, so we took off in an ancient car and headed West. We stopped in Salt Lake City and joined the other tourists at the Visitor’s Center near the tabernacle. As I recall, we infidels weren’t allowed into the tabernacle proper.
 
The visitor’s center was replete with dioramas about the Mormon religion, including tributes to some great Americans who had been retroactively, so to speak, Mormonized by the Mormons themselves. I recall particularly that somehow the deist Thomas Jefferson was actually a proto-Mormon. We also learned that the Book of Mormon was chock full of accurate prophesies about such things as the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution, all of which, by some strange coincidence, had taken place before Joseph Smith “found” the golden tablets.
 
At this point in my life I think it’s fair to say that I was teetering on the brink of agnosticism, but had not yet abandoned the one true faith. I had only a vague idea of the racist foundations of the Mormon faith. The one thing I did know is that they had compromised their belief in polygamy when it became politically inconvenient. To me this seemed like a cop-out.
 
The Visitor’s Center engaged in a rather hard sell, about which more later.
 
I don’t remember how, but we (mainly me), long haired hippies that we were, became involved in a conversation with some apple cheeked young Mormons, who were somehow replaced at a later point by a non-apple cheeked much older Mormon with whom I engaged in a civil but emphatic debate about the merits of Mormonism. My main beef, as I said, was their willingness to compromise what they said was religious doctrine, and our discussion more or less revolved around that point, though I’m sure their free and easy re-writing of history came up, as did other nonsensical points of doctrine.
 
Lo, and it came to pass that while we were talking a great multitude of tourists gathered round about us. And it further came to pass that eventually the Mormon elder gave up on this particular infidel and walked away. And the multitudes did crowd about me, and did slap my back and give other signs of approbation, be I hippie or no, insofar as they were all mightily fed up with the hard sell and explicit put-downs of their own religions. And lo, did I learn at that moment that you can only push people so far, and I do truly believe that Willard and his ilk will find that to be the case this year.
 
I signed their guestbook, bought a Book of Mormon and left. I tried to read it as we traveled, but it was written in what I can only call parodic King James style, much like the paragraph above, full of “came to pass”es, but lacking all the poetry and grace. I finally gave up, but not before gaining an appreciation of the racism that is a bedrock principle of the faith. The creation myth of the Mormons is no sillier than the Biblical but is explicitly racist. I can understand why Willard wants to leave the subject of his actual beliefs off the table, while nonetheless insisting that only those who believe in some ridiculous fairy story, never mind the details, have a place in our public life.
 
It turned out that signing that guestbook was a bad idea, because later that summer two more apple cheeked, white shirted, Mormons turned up at my door seeking to convert me. I was young and foolish, so I let them in the door, and proceeded to engage in another debate. They made no converts that day, and I got no accolades. This time the only audience was my mother, and she wasn’t impressed.

For those not conversant with the Mormon creation myth, it is recounted in cartoon style below (stolen from Oliver Willis). I don’t vouch for this being 100% accurate, but it accords with my recollections of this truly dreadfully written book.

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