Provincetown, Massachusetts, is regarded as “Gay Central” in New England. It has a tremendous gay populace, and I’ve sometimes heard it called the “San Francisco” of New England. The gay culture is not only thriving there, but in some ways downright dominant.
(Disclaimer: I’ve never set foot in the city, and don’t have any plans to do so any time soon.)
One would think that such a place would be a wonderful place to showcase just what the gay community wants, let them display their vision of how they want our society to be. It would be filled with peace and love and tolerance, embracing all peoples of all orientations, all beliefs, all cultures.
Instead, we find out that, as in many cases, those who howl loudest about “oppression” can be just as oppressive when given the reins of power.
All my life, I’ve managed to get along better with those that I disagree with politically than those on “my side.” In college, I found the College Republicans arrogant, pompous, elitist a-holes, while I got along quite well with a couple of the members of the Students for a Democratic Society. (In th late 1980s, Plymouth State College boasted of having “the last SDS chapter in the United States.”) And here again it holds true: several of my closest friends are staunch opponents of gay marriage, while I find myself repulsed by the attitudes and conduct of those who (like me) support it.
But in this case, I have no problems condemning these bigots. One does not counter hatred with hatred, oppression with oppression. Trading one yoke for another is no relief.
You want to promote tolerance, Provincetown? Start by demonstrating a little.