GLBT Week in Review
May 2, 2012
BY ANN ROSTOW
The Gay Guy Leaves Romney Campaign
I really don’t care a great deal about Richard Grenell, Mitt Romney’s short-lived openly gay foreign policy spokesman, but I think his fifteen minutes of fame are somewhat instructive. No sooner had we all learned that the Romnster hired a gay advisor for the general election, the man was gone, resigning last weekend as the Romney campaign reportedly begged him to stay.
Grenell, who previously served as press liaison for UN Ambassador John Bolton, was hired a couple of weeks ago much to the chagrin of Romney’s conservative base. He also roiled the waters a bit with his semi-humorous tweets at the expense of women on both sides of the aisle, including the comment that Callista Gingrich “snapped on” her hair every morning. (Loved it, Ric.)
Indeed, I instantly jumped to the conclusion that Grenell had been ousted for being a public misogynist, but that appears to be wrong. According to
Washington Post writer Jennifer Rubin, who broke the story of Grenell’s departure, the man was simply fed up with being relegated to the back shelf of the closet during his first ten days on the job. Faced with far right criticism, the Romney camp never defended Grenell, nor did they put him to work either on or off the camera.
In short, the feckless Mitt tried to have his cake and eat it too, winning centrist credit for hiring a gay man while keeping his token recruit safely out of sight. Now, antigay conservatives are taking credit for getting rid of Grenell, while Romney and company look as if they caved in to far right pressure even though they sort of didn’t. All in all, a pathetic display,
n’est-ce pas?
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Swans’ Way
Oh. Here’s something nice. Two lesbian swans have returned to Boston’s Public Garden this week after spending the winter at a zoo. I gather, from reading more than the headline, that all the local swans spend the winter at a local zoo so this is not actually “gay” news. But still. The swans, Romeo and Juliet, were outed back in 2005 when park officials investigated why their eggs weren’t hatching. Turned out the nesting swans were both female, and since we all know that swans mate for life, the pair have become icons of the lesbian animal world.
Park officials said it’s hard to tell if a swan can really be called a “lesbian.” That said, the couple was observed at a local Home Depot having what appeared to be a squawking dispute near the bean straw display. They also took an unapproved trip to Chestnut Hill for the first round of the ACC Women’s basketball tournament in early March and were picked up at Fran’s Place on the Northshore after zookeepers received an anonymous tip. A zoo assistant reported that both swans smelled of alcohol and cigarettes on their return.
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Let There Be Light
So. Several stories that I’ve been ignoring of late have come to the fore this week. Tennessee politics anyone? I thought not. How about more idle speculation on the North Carolina marriage vote? No? Well, perhaps you’ve been wondering why this column has failed to report on the lesbian den mother who was banned from participating in her son’s scout troop last month.
I think you understand my dilemma. But before we begin, here’s something I’ve been wondering about. Why don’t the police on TV crime shows ever turn on the goddamn lights when they go into people’s homes to look for stuff? Have you noticed this?
Instead of flipping on the electricity. they pull out their tiny flashlights and wander around looking at desks or bookshelves. And let me be clear. They do this after they have already made sure no bad guys are in the house, so they don’t have any excuse for it. Also, it annoys me that everyone’s house or apartment is always perfectly neat with the exception of deranged suspects who might have a pizza box or two in the kitchen.
I mean really. The CSI team will find two empty wine glasses on the table.
“Sarah. Take a look at this.”
“Looks like she had company.”
You know what? I’ve got at least five dirty wine glasses floating around this house right now, and I drank from them all. I just haven’t gotten around to washing them. What’s going to happen if I get murdered?
“Sarah, Take a look at these.”
“Yeah. I noticed one in the bedroom and another on the floor of the closet.”
“She must have had half a dozen people over here last night!”
“Look at these dirty towels. She hasn’t done laundry in days.”
“But why?”
“That’s what we’re here to find out.”
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Raleigh The Troops
Okay. Enough frivolity. Perhaps you recall that our latest antigay marriage ballot vote is coming up next Tuesday in North Carolina. So far, I’ve seen nothing but depressing polls that suggest we will once again lose, and that the Cancer State will join the crowds of states with a ban on same-sex unions engraved in their constitutions.
Lately, however, I’ve read a few encouraging articles hinting that there might be some slim chance of an upset victory for our side. The North Carolina measure could also outlaw various partner arrangements and might undermine domestic violence laws that cover unmarried men and women who live together. Polls show that a majority of voters support civil unions or domestic partnerships, so in theory, if these voters recognize the broad threat implicit in the marriage measure, they’ll vote no.
But at the risk of throwing cold water on our feverish hopes, let me make two points. First, the fine citizens of North Carolina don’t, and won’t, recognize the nuanced implications of their “save traditional marriage!” votes. Wishing and hoping for a sophisticated electorate doesn’t produce one.
Second, before every antigay ballot vote, there are always last minute articles claiming that we still have a chance to win, but we never do. I’d be delighted to be proved wrong, but I don’t think North Carolina will be the scene of any humbling forecasting errors on my part.
We’ll see, of course. Maybe I’m just tired of jumping like a hungry puppy for every morsel of optimism that someone dangles at GLBT journalists on the eve of a gay vote. The juicy tidbits invariably vanish, leaving us digging for unappetizing slops in the troughs of failure and discontent. Not this time! Not in North Carolina.
To give you an example, here’s a headline off the
Washington Post blog that reads: “Gay Marriage Battle Down to Wire in North Carolina.”
Read further, and the item cites a Public Policy Polling survey, released on May 1, that shows Amendment One winning by 55-41. Sorry, folks. That doesn’t sound like a close race to me. We have an advantage in ready cash, so we may be able to outspend the other side in the final days. But unless my first grade math fails me, we’re down by 14 points.
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Better Luck Next Time?
I have higher hopes for our fight against a marriage amendment in Minnesota, where we have until Election Day this fall to push a majority of voters to our side. One article indicated that the amendment’s chances are evenly split within the margin of error, a turn of phrase that leads me to assume that we are down by three or four points. As in North Carolina, we have more money. And we also appear to have more enthusiastic grass roots support.
We also have a bit of a rogue gay marriage lawsuit, now at the state trial court level in Hennepin County. This is not a Gay Inc.-Approved lawsuit, which traditionally means that it doesn’t have much of a chance of success. But you know what? Our legal progress of late is such that even the rogue cases may eventually prove winnable.
This particularly lawsuit was filed in 2010, and tossed out of court on the basis of the famous 1971 Minnesota state marriage case,
Baker v Nelson, a defeat which has continued to plague us for over four decades. The plaintiffs appealed, and the state Court of Appeals helpfully ruled that
Baker was no longer good law. Last month, the state supreme court declined to review that decision, so the case has now returned to the lower court for trial.
I’m guessing that gay strategists feel it unwise to be pursuing a freedom-to-marry case during an anti-marriage campaign. After all, you can’t argue that a marriage amendment is “unnecessary,” when pending litigation is there for all to see just exactly how “necessary” an amendment might be.
(If you hate same-sex marriage, constitutional amendments are absolutely necessary and it’s disingenuous for marriage equality supporters to suggest otherwise. But more importantly, it’s alarming when people on our side attempt to play a shell game with ballot campaigns. Anti-marriage amendments aren’t “unnecessary,” they are wrong.)
Whatever their reasons, community strategists have not encouraged this lawsuit. At this rate, however, the case will still be mired in the courts by the time Minnesotans go to the polls, and who knows? Perhaps a struggle for equality featuring real people will tweak a heart string or two.
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Don’t Say Goat
So I did sort of promise to talk about Tennessee politics. The Volunteer State was considering a “Don’t Say Gay” type law that would have ordered public schools to steer clear of any mention of sexual orientation. After months of headlines, all of which I ignored, the bill was shelved and killed at the last minute. This confirmed my general policy of not covering pending state legislation until the final word on the subject is spoken.
However, the same insidious concept is back in business in the Missouri legislature, where one supporter said something about how kids should be learning about math and reading, not about how Billy is in love with a goat.
I could look up the speaker and the quote, but I’m not sure I have the energy. Okay. It was 64-year-old Dwight Scharnhorst (R-St. Louis), whose exact words were: “There’s no need to talk about Billy wanting to marry a goat.”
I was only half joking when I said I lacked the energy to look up Mr. Scharnhorst and his sophomoric remark. By the way, I couldn’t help noticing that Rep. Scharnhorst never graduated from college, so perhaps it’s a compliment to describe him as “sophomoric,” a
niveau that appears to represent the pinnacle of his educational achievement. But I do feel a genuine mental weariness these days when I encounter the sort of mindless insult that once provoked shock and awe.
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Last Day at the Zoo
Sorry about the lesbian den mother. We’ll keep an eye on her activities in the future. I was also going to cover a satisfying victory in a federal court in Western Kentucky, where a judge slammed a state government agency for firing a gay man in a clear case of unconstitutional discrimination.
My focus, however, has shifted away from GLBT news to Newt Gingrich, who will reluctantly release his helium filled presidential ambitions to the wind in about five minutes. I have turned on MSNBC in giddy anticipation, and am now looking at a woman with grotesque leathery skin and a disfiguring fake tan.
Well, I just spent nearly 30 minutes listening to the tubby has-been present a lovely tribute to himself, a grandiose farewell, as if an epic battle had been waged but heroically lost. Newt has all the self-awareness of the woman with the horrific tan, who (I’m guessing) imagines that she looks sexy, healthy and rich.
Finally, while I was saying goodbye to Newt, a first-term Republican in the Missouri state legislature, Zack Wyatt, came out of the closet and called for the defeat of the aforementioned “Don’t Say Goat” bill.
“Today, I ask you all to lead, to stand up for freedom and individual rights,” said Wyatt. “Today I ask you stand with me as a proud Republican, a proud veteran and a proud gay man who wants to protect all our kids from bullying in the schools.” Good for him.