When it comes to stories told by gay activists, have we come to the point where we must verify before we trust?

Gay-flowerThere have been a lot of stories lately about hate-crime hoaxes that gay rights advocates have perpetrated.  Just to list a few examples, there was the waitress who falsely claimed that a receipt included a scathing gay insult along with a refusal to tip; there was the radio station that doctored an invitation to make it appear parents refused to let their child socialize with a child from a same-sex parent home; there was the massive hate-crime hoax at Oberlin, which apparently was suddenly overrun by racist, homophobic, antisemites; and, most recently, there was the transgender student at a California high school who falsely alleged a hate crime.

In addition, there’s also a trend to paint every long-dead famous person as gay.  Lincoln was gay, we’re told (he shared a bed with his business partner when they traveled through the backwoods, a common practice at the time); Norman Rockwell was gay, we’re told (he painted pictures of little boys); Florence Nightingale was gay, we’re told (she never married).  There’s no proof for any of this, of course.  Just supposition and hope.

Given that many gay rights activists don’t feel they owe any fealty to the truth, I’m suspicious of the newest uncorroborated story advancing the gay rights agenda.  This one, though, isn’t a story about hate.  It’s allegedly a story about love:  Grant Rehnberg, a gay young man, claims that, shortly before dying, his 90-year-old Baptist minister grandfather, James, who had been married for 65 years, confessed that his entire life had been a lie, that he was gay, and that a friend from his youth was his true love.  Grant has now put together an art installation — and is looking for funding — celebrating his gay grandfather (and shredding the Bible he alleges that James gave him when he was a boy).

There’s no doubt that Grant’s story could be true.  Gay people have for centuries sublimated their desires to live mainstream lives.  Just last month, I linked to a post about a gay Mormon man who has made the conscious decision (with his wife’s agreement) to live a heterosexual life.  He believes that the rewards of that life exceed that transient pleasures of gay sex.

There’s also no doubt that Grant’s story could be a bald-faced lie.  Right now, these lies tend too often to be the stock in trade for gay rights advocates — and that’s a shame.  When your cohort cries “wolf” once too often, no one will believe you anymore.  The coin of your realm has been debased, making everything suspect.

Given the rush of cheap lies and dishonest speculation, why in the world should anyone believe an unverified statement about gay love or gay hate without independent proof and investigation to support those claims?  If Grant is telling the truth,  his grandfather’s life story and decisions are certainly worth examining and understanding.  If he’s telling a lie, though, he ought to be ashamed of himself for painting a false picture of a dead man.  It would therefore be interesting to hear what other friends and family members have to say about James Rehnberg’s life and love[s].

 

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  1. Libby says

    Is it me or does it seem hostile to so publicly out his grandfather based on a deathbed confession?His grandfather chose to live his life that way his entire life, so it seems especially mean to now betray his confidence to those who outlived him. Wonder how his grandmother and parishoners feel about having an art installation informing them that the part of their lives they shared with the grandfather were a lie, too.
     
    This also reminds me of the movie “Beginners.” I tried watching it, but the overt LGBT propagandizing really turned me off.

  2. JKB says

    Somewhat ironic, Grant wouldn’t exist if his grandfather hadn’t lived a lie.  
     
    But, should we not consider that a loving grandfather sought to give communion to his gay grandson on his deathbed?  As a Baptist minister, the grandfather may have considered a lie a sin, but, to ease his grandson’s path, it is probably one he’d be willing to defend before his soon to be met Maker.  

  3. jj says

    You ask, in essence, ‘can anyone believe his story,’ which is, I suppose a fair question.  Regrettably – I imagine you’ll think – my own interest doesn’t quite rise to the level of caring, so my personal reaction ends up: true or false, who gives a s**t?  Why would you suppose I – or anyone not immediately related to him – would care, Grant?  The convoluted life of the late grandpa means rather less to me, a good deal less, than that today the Dobermans (Dobermen?) need their claws clipped.  What a fascinating life he led, please don’t tell me all about it.  The late grandpa having handed in his portfolio you might suppose you’d be safe from being importuned by his life story, but apparently not.
     
    And, I notice, this is a trend.  We are left in peace less and less.  Every bit of flotsam ejected from whatever crack seems compelled to tell us all about it.  The amazing thing is they find forums to do it.  I have no idea why this seems to be the case, but that it is becomes increasingly apparent.  Jesus: it’s boring!  It’s as though every member of the LG-BLT-Ham-on-Rye community is named Kardashian!  Enough, already!  

  4. Charles Martel says

    The press gets off on these ginned-up horror stories about poor wittle Gilberts getting set upon by homophobic white male Christianists. Not only are they a lot like the boy who cried wolf in that most people are sick of hearing them and long ago stopped giving a crap about Gilberts’ orificial habits, they put the media in the position of people who are addicted to porn: The thrill depends on ever more debased forms of sex, or in the media’s case, ever more unbelievable tales of woe from the now most cosseted and privileged sexual subculture in western history.
     
    Enough already!

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