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The
Washington
Post
A Prayer for Larry
Craig
By James E.
McGreevey, washingtonpost.com from the Web, September 6, 2007
My gut wrenched when I read of Sen.
Larry Craig's bathroom arrest. I remembered my own late-night encounter
with the law at a Garden State Parkway rest stop following a political dinner in
north Jersey.
I pulled into the rest stop, parked my car, flashed my headlights, which was
"the signal," and waited. Glancing in my rearview mirror, I saw a state
trooper approaching. I desperately tried to convince the trooper of my
innocence, showing him my former prosecutor's badge, a gift from the office when
I left. The trooper radioed his office and returned. "I never want
to see you here again," he said. I survived for another day.
I was in my late 20s. It would be another 25 years before my parallel
lives collided and I was coerced out of the "closet."
Why do grown men in their 20s, or their 60s, do such things? I can answer
only for me.
As a child, recognizing my difference from other kids, I went to the local
public library to try to better understand my reality. Back then, many
library card catalogues didn't even list "homosexuality" as a topic. I had
to go to "sexuality, deviant" to learn about myself, and the collected works
were few and frightening: "Journal of Nervous and Mental Diseases,"
"Homosexuality: Its Causes and Cure," "Sexual Deviance & Sexual Deviants."
If you haven't experienced it, it may be hard to understand the sinking feeling
most every gay boy or girl of my generation experienced upon coming across that
section of the library. All I could do was slam the drawer closed and
leave, steeped in hopelessness.
No relief was forthcoming from my then-Catholic faith, which said the practice
of homosexuality was a "mortal sin" subject to damnation.
In the way that teenagers do, I came to the conclusion that my only options were
suicide, something for which I could never find the courage, or "closeting" my
homosexuality. After all the whispering, fights, insults, reading of
academic journals and lessons from the church, you simply say to yourself:
This thing, being gay, can't be me. Everything and everyone told me it was
wrong, evil, unnatural and shameful. You decide: I'll change it,
I'll fight it, I'll control it, but, simply put, I'll never accept it. You
then attempt to place "it" in a metaphorical closet, keep it separate from open
daily life and indulge it only in dark, secret places.
The danger of this decision is the implicit shame it carries. I was
convinced I was worth less than my straight peers. I was at best
inauthentic, and the longer I went without amending that dishonesty, the more
ashamed I felt. And the third shame, for me, was my behavior. From
the time in high school when I made up my mind to behave in public as though I
were straight, I nonetheless carried on sexually with men.
How do you live with this shame? How do you accommodate your own
disappointments, your own revulsion with whom you have become? You do it
by splitting in two. You rescue part of yourself, the half that stands for
tradition, values and America, the part that looks like the family you came
from, and you walk away from the other half the way you would abandon something
spoiled, something disgusting. This is a false amputation, because the
other half doesn't stop existing. When I decided to closet my desire, I
also denied the possibility of life as a healthy, integrated gay.
But being in the closet uniquely assisted me in politics. From my first
run for the state legislature until my election as governor, all too often I was
not leading but following my best guess at public opinion. Politics was
for me a way to secure the crowd's approbation while maintaining a busyness that
obfuscated the desires of my heart. Despite being a moderately liberal
governor, my stance on marriage was: "between a man and a woman."
The position, in my mind, created a tension with the
lesbian-gay-bisexual-transgender community that affirmed my bona fides as a
"straight." Only after the crisis that resulted in my resignation, when
public opinion no longer mattered, did I realize the importance and legitimacy
of same-sex marriage.
Ultimately, like Sen. Craig, I resigned for the perceived good of my family,
state and political party. And in so doing, I at long last accepted a
fundamental truth, namely, that I am a gay American. In my soul, I found
peace. In my heart, I found love. In my psyche, I disassembled the
twisted separate strands of my life to create a healthy integrated person.
And with my God, I found purpose.
I can only pray that Larry Craig and his loving family come to peace with his
truth, whatever that may be. To those who judge him harshly, I ask that
they fill their hearts with compassion and equanimity. The senator did not
have a lover on the payroll, as I did; nor did he engage in sexual relations for
money or use his office for unethical professional or personal gain.
Is it possible that we hold him to a different standard because a same-sex
entanglement is involved? If being gay is, as I believe, a natural gift of
the creator, what choice does a gay person have in being gay? If we
condemn sin in an equal manner, so be it. But what if our condemnation
tells to members of the next generation that they are to be shamed, repudiated
and vilified inequitably for being gay?
I pray that the tide of American history continues to sweep toward the
inevitable expansion of freedom that recognizes the worth and dignity of every
individual -- and that mine is the last generation that is required to choose
between affairs of the heart and elected office.
The writer, a student at the General Theological Seminary of
the Episcopal Church in New York, resigned in 2004 after two years as governor
of New Jersey. Posted Sept.3, 2007.
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