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mtndewrob - > Current Events -> What I've Learned About Bigotry
What I've Learned About Bigotry

I want to share a story very few people know about me.

Ever since puberty I knew I was gay. However, it wasn’t until several years later before I came to terms with my sexual preference.

When I was in the ninth grade, I was a total outsider at my school. My family had moved to a small town in Louisiana, and I went to a school where all the other kids had grown up together. I was truly the “outsider”. Not a good environment for a kid trying to figure himself out. I discovered if I could make people laugh, they’d like me better. I went from a total loaner to a semi-loaner.

Mind you, all this time I knew I was gay. I just didn’t know what to do about it because I didn’t want to be gay. And I dared not tell anybody about this. It wasn’t an easy time for me emotionally. I had to live with this secret-terrified somebody would find out.

There was another kid in my class who EVERYBODY knew was gay. His name was Mike. I’m not sure if he was “out of the closet” or not, but it was very evident he was gay. He seemed nice enough, but I don’t know because I never got to know him. No way would I be caught befriending a queer.

All I knew about Mike was that he was very effeminate-his speech, voice, mannerisms, dress. Everything about him screamed faggot. As far as I could tell, he only had one close friend, a black girl, who I can’t remember her name.

Needless to say, Mike was on the receiving end of everybody’s’ jokes-including myself. These joke were both to his face and behind his back. It didn’t seem to bother him much. He kind of played along with it.

One particular incident that stands out to me was when I said something derogatory to him. I don’t remember exactly what I said, probably something about his lisp, or the way he swished his hips when he walked. It didn’t seem to upset him. He laughed along with everybody else. Everybody except the girl who was his only close friend.

Mike left the classroom for some reason. Maybe he went to the bathroom to cry, I have no idea. But after he left, his friend told me what a jerk I was. I mean she let me have it.

After that incident I did let up on the taunts directed to Mike. That black girl had an effect on me. But the other kids never let up, and I still laughed along with everybody, including Mike. Even though I wasn’t directing my jokes at him, I was still participating by laughing along.

Instead of standing up and telling the other kids to knock it off, I just laughed along.  If I stood up for him, who knows what they would say about me. God forbid they might think I was just like Mike, just not as effeminate.

One morning toward the end of first period, the principle walked in and whispered into the teacher’s ear and they walked out of the classroom.

After awhile they both walked back in and said they had some sad news. I knew something was wrong. They announced that Mike was dead. No other details. I remember they were both real upset.

I had to look back at his assigned desk to confirm for myself that he wasn’t there. I didn’t even notice he was gone when class had started.

Well, the detail the school failed to mention was that Mike had committed suicide the night before. His parents found his body when they went to check on him because he didn’t wake up for breakfast.


All these years I’ve always wondered if the abuse he got at school played a role in his suicide. The abuse I dished out just as much as anybody. How could it not have played a role?

I made fun of this kid because I was terrified of my own secret. I may not have been directly responsible for him taking his own life, but I damn sure didn’t make his already difficult life easier. After the black girl put me in my place, instead of toning down my taunts I could have done more. I could have befriended him. I could have simply stopped laughing at him. I could have joined forces with his black friend.

This has been with me my entire life. I’ve come to terms with it, and done a lot of soul searching. Since I’ve come out, I’ve gone over this incident countless times. I wanted to find a way to try to make this up to Mike some how.

But, as we all know, nothing could be done. We can’t go back and undo things we aren’t proud of. Life goes on. Just like my life has gone on. But I definitely wanted to make a difference. I couldn’t change how the world looked at kids like myself. But I could change the way I looked at people. I could speak up when I saw prejudice. I came to realize I could not change the worlds bigotry, but I could change how I looked at bigotry and denounce it when it reared it’s ugly head.

Now you can see why I have an enormous amount of obligation to speak up and lend my voice to the fight against oppression and prejudice and bigotry.
 

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posted by wlwedd on Jun 17, 2008 at 02:20 AM

This is a very moving story, Rob.  I remember not knowing how to deal with the same kinds of jokes before I came out, even after I was already out.  It seemed so much easier to "go along to get along."  I can't tell you exactly when I realized that I could stand on my own two feet and confront homophobia, but I honor people like Francis Serra and Nancy Bailey, two Bakersfield gay pioneers, who showed me that even in this town it was possible to do what is right.  I could not be who I am today without having gone through that struggle, to decide if I was a stand-up person or a mouse.  I am pleased that I am no longer a mouse.

 

Thank you for telling your story.

posted by sfinboston52 on Jun 17, 2008 at 03:55 AM

Thank you Rob,

I think all of us can relate to your story of every being the scapegoat or watching it from the sidelines to scared to say anything, since we ourselves were gay.

Wlwedd: Francis would have be happy to see the changes he help create. Nancy I am sure is proud and she has done some much for so many people.

I always feel that is up to use who are out to help our brothers & sisters who aren't and then to honor those who have made it easy for us to live open and honest lives!

Happy Pride Month and from MA welcome to the marriage  equality club (membership 2 out of 50)

posted by randomfactor on Jun 17, 2008 at 07:03 AM

Thanks for sharing this story, painful to read as it is.

posted by Wayfarer on Jun 17, 2008 at 07:43 AM

Many people suffered painful child hoods  and maybe we should do more to teach are children moral values like compassion, respect for human dignity, love of God and His creation rather than promoting self destructive life styles.  The fact is you can not grow virtues if you are working against them. 

posted by steveeswenson on Jun 17, 2008 at 07:43 AM

I think the message here is to treat everyone with kindness.


posted by Wayfarer on Jun 17, 2008 at 07:47 AM

A favorite quote of mine from a Saint whose name I  don't recall is "Be kind to everyone, you don't know the struggles (against evil) they are going through. 

posted by NancyII on Jun 17, 2008 at 08:06 AM

My kids and then my grandkids were not allowed to draw attention to height, weight, or appearance of any kind in my presence.  I would hope that the never did it when they were away from me either.

Calling attention to someones physical appearance is just unacceptable to me.  Mocking a child for ANY reason is grounds for, as Blanche Deveroux used to say, " a whuppin' and then a  hangin'."   You just don't hurt children emotionally any more than physically.  In fact, physical hurt heals....emotional hurt leaves a permanent scar.  

posted by sagefever on Jun 17, 2008 at 08:34 AM

Thanks for sharing this story, one that must be hard to tell yet must be told~and welcome to bakersfield.com.


posted by timec on Jun 17, 2008 at 08:45 AM

Thank you for sharing your story.....

posted by FloridaStateGrad on Jun 17, 2008 at 09:25 AM

Thank you for sharing your story. 

One thing that stood out to me was that you mention that you, "didn't want to be gay."  I wonder, if there wasn't such a social stigma against homosexuality, would you still have had that emotion?  I agree with Wayfarer that we should be teaching our children to be more kind, respectful and compassionate to others.

 

 

posted by witbee on Jun 17, 2008 at 09:25 AM

Everyone has something they said or did as children that they wish to heck they could take back. You were a stupid kid just like the rest of us. Granted, not all have something as bad as this on their conscience, but it sounds like you are trying to get past it and your genuine sorrow shows that you should.

posted by ApolloDawn on Jun 17, 2008 at 09:28 AM

Thank you for sharing your story, and may your dedication heal everything and everyone that you can, including yourself.

posted by witterpitters on Jun 17, 2008 at 09:59 AM

As far back as I can remember I was taught that rude personal comments about someone else is the height of rudeness. When I was 4 years old I was in a situation with a group of kids wherein one of the boys had wet his pants. The “sitter” stood this boy on the kitchen counter and directed all of us to laugh and point at him.  I could not. I cried. Even then I could “feel” the pain of this boy and I “knew” what this lady was doing was not right. I remember telling my mom about it and crying through the telling.  She did not send me to this “sitter” anymore.

 

All through my life, I have tried to stand up for those who could not or would not stand up for themselves. It has gotten me in trouble, but that’s ok. I have lost jobs because I went up against the “grain” but in doing so, it made the work place better for those coming in next because it made the company CEO’s take notice of what was happening in the satellite offices and they made changes for the good.

 

In high school I had 3 gay friends – of course in the 60’s they didn’t dare come out – so, as I have posted on another blog, I went out with them on “dates”! I was sick and tired of the “normal” guys with Russian hands and Roman fingers so “dating” my gay friends killed two birds with one stone!! “Others” thought they were “straight” and I didn’t have to deal with slapping hands all night!!!!

 

Rob, I’m sure “Mike” has forgiven you – you need to forgive yourself.  Things happen in our lives that we sure wish we could take back.  All we can do is recognize that what we said/did was not nice, apologize (to the person and ourselves) and try to be better from that point on.  In writing this blog, you have “apologized” to Mike; please don’t beat yourself up any longer.

 

 

posted by RoyTullis on Jun 17, 2008 at 11:42 AM

Even though I don't agree with the gay life style we taught our kids to respect other people.  This is not about  gays but common courtesy toward others.  


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