You don’t know me now
I just got on the train in London, and there I recognised an old friend from secondary school, this was 13 years after we left school and 8 years after I last saw him in Nigeria.
We had hardly exchanged greetings before he asked, “Where do you church?” it was a Sunday, and I was not coming from church nor going to one. As I answered, that I was not going to one, the conversation ended there, and it was like I had become a nobody, invisible and inconsequential.
Now, this was
someone who in secondary school was not just a friend, there was much else that
happened between us, that is another story.
A fiend of a friend
However, today,
that memory was revived when my friend who is somewhat like a kid brother too, Bisi Alimi shared on
Facebook a letter he received from a ‘friend’ who he had not seen for nigh on
20 years and on seeing Bisi’s
appearance on CNN with Christiane Amanpour wrote an atrocious missive
questioning Bisi’s sexuality and much else.
This was my
contribution to the commentary that followed on Facebook:
“This is what tires me about people who
profess to be Christians, they ignore the person for the purpose of their
religious pomposity. I have no time for people who having not seen me or
interacted with me for ages think they suddenly can begin to impact any aspect
of my life in anyway.
The effrontery of intrusiveness is not only disrespectful, it negates whatever purpose they have in mind and it is utterly annoying to think we all think the same deluded and blinkered way.
These hardly travelled ignorant nonentities who suddenly think they know the world and the expressway to heaven make me sick. Very sick indeed.”
The effrontery of intrusiveness is not only disrespectful, it negates whatever purpose they have in mind and it is utterly annoying to think we all think the same deluded and blinkered way.
These hardly travelled ignorant nonentities who suddenly think they know the world and the expressway to heaven make me sick. Very sick indeed.”
Whatever I am is not your business
I make no bones
about the fact that I love gays, anyone who has followed my blog or the catalogue
of my writings over the last decade would have noticed that I write a lot about
homosexuality, amongst other things as child sexual abuse, the abuse of women,
religious abuse, heinous cruelty, intolerance within humanity, human rights and
else.
Yet, I do not believe my sexuality is for public discussion, it is my business alone who I decide to love and share my sexual favours with, it should be of no concern to anyone but myself and whoever in a consensual liaison decides they want to spend intimate and quality time with me.
The pursuit of
happiness, my happiness, is mine and mine alone to pursue, I do not subscribe
to the communal or society view that I should be assimilated into certain
cultural or traditional norms to satisfy those with familial, filial or some
other relational affinity to me.
I am human, first
It is no secret
that I am not married, I have never married, I do not have children and well,
basically, I cannot have children after chemotherapy. I have made peace with
myself about what my life is, I am blessed, and I am a survivor.
Most importantly, I
am human first, I celebrate humanity, I celebrate diversity and seek to be a
better person with thoughtfulness, understanding and knowing that if I have not
walked a hard, long mile in another’s person’s shoes, I am far from pretending
to the full knowledge of their experiences.
The marriage debate
After that Anti-Gay
Bill was signed into law in Nigeria, I have been quite enamoured by the greater
tolerance and reasonableness amongst many straight Nigerians who have elevated
their core humanity above beliefs, traditions and altars of gruesome impugning accusation
of others to embrace diversity, justice, fairness and human rights. They have
displayed a very rare example of Good Samaritan humanity recognising that
difference is no excuse to persecute, prosecute and execute.
On the matter of
marriage, I am quite open-minded, much as I have never experienced one for myself,
I have no qualms about whatever pairing of sexes decides to consecrate their
union and have that recognised by civil law with all the civil rights that accrue
to respecting that that relationship is in and of itself unique and separate
from every other partnership.
We all know that
there was no advocacy for same-sex marriage in Nigeria, a society where
homosexuals are hardly expressive, talk less of seeking the kinds of freedoms
of expression that we freely enjoy in Europe, in particular.
Same love celebrated
However, at the Grammys last month, the rapper Macklemore performed his
amazingly unifying gay-rights activism song, Same Love and Queen Latifah conducted a
mass marriage ceremony of 34 couples, many of whom were same-sex couples.
Earlier this
evening, I read that Bizzle,
a ‘Christian’ rapper had given the lyrics of Same Love a typically contemporary
homophobic Christian rehash with all the traditional railing, vituperation and
stereotypes trotted out by those who subscribe to such beliefs.
He thinks he knows best
Slate, the magazine
did an analysis of this corruption of Same Love in the broader context of
attitudes to homosexuality from those of a particular religious persuasion with
the title - Bizzle’s Response to “Same Love” Reflects The Narcissism of Today’s Homophobia.
I would excerpt
parts of the write-up liberally in the following paragraphs, but I beseech you
to read it in its entirety, without prejudice and with an open mind, then
reflect.
“Homophobic
people seem unable to see past themselves, to transcend their most rudimentary
emotions and arrive at a place that’s often reachable only if we apply a
modicum of reason—often spurred by empathy—to challenge old mental habits.”
“The late
philosopher and psychoanalyst Elisabeth
Young-Bruehl once wrote that those with narcissistic prejudice ‘cannot
tolerate the idea that there exist people not like them.’”
“Borrowing another
concept from psychoanalysis, homophobes may be especially likely to project
their own narcissism onto others as a way to deflect taking responsibility for
their own issues.”
They know nothing of the other
“The fixation of
some straight people on the sex acts of gay people is another incarnation of
homophobic narcissism.”
“But gay advocates
are not asking for any and all relationships to be validated as marriages, just
same-sex ones that otherwise meet state criteria. And gay people don’t claim
equal rights based on our desire to have gay sex; we claim equal rights based
on the argument that there is no good reason to treat us any differently from
straight people, that granting such rights harms no one and helps millions.”
Usurping God’s place
What I found most
profound in that article was this indictment of the narcissist, “It also reflects the narcissist’s limited
capacity for empathy—an exercise in stepping out of the self to imagine the
feelings of others.”
That is why I have
found myself writing this blog, I have been always intolerant of intolerance
and mostly, I cannot countenance those who lack the capacity and proudly
demonstrate their incapacity for empathy.
These are the many
who have hardly walked an inch in the shoes of another and already presume they
can dictate, prescribe, proscribe, censure and control the lives of others
because they know best, believe better and are secured in their holier than
thou tents to look down on the ‘dregs’ of humanity passing God’s judgement from
on high.
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