"Every single person who voted for this, they're gone," shouted
Rev. Anthony Evans, associate pastor of D.C.'s Mount Zion Baptist
Church, into a news camera. We were standing in the hallway after
the D.C. Council voted 12-1 to give final approval to a measure
recognizing same-sex marriages from other jurisdictions. Evans and
several other anti-gay ministers, led by Bishop Harry Jackson of
Hope Christian Church in Maryland, were outraged, and Evans vowed
to defeat all 12 legislators who supported equality.
I asked, "What track record do you have to back up your
threats?" He ignored me and talked of asking Congress to overturn
the Council's action. He also referred to a bill pending in
Congress that would give D.C. a full voting member in the House of
Representatives, and promised to get an amendment that would force
the District to choose between gay rights and voting rights.
Seeking congressional intervention when you lose in the D.C.
Council is what D.C. Delegate to Congress Eleanor Holmes Norton
calls "getting a second bite at the apple." She rightly sees it as
a betrayal of D.C. self-determination, and those who attempt it
earn her wrath.
I have heard Rev. Evans' threats before. In 2003, he called me
to accuse the Gay and Lesbian Activists Alliance (GLAA), on which I
serve as political vice president, of blocking a federal
abstinence-only HIV-education grant for D.C. that he wanted. GLAA
was opposing the federal program because it treated abstinence as
the only answer rather than part of comprehensive sex education
that included information on using condoms and contraception to
prevent sexually transmitted diseases and pregnancy.
In that 2003 phone call, Rev. Evans said that he could not
approve of homosexuality because he believed in the Bible, but that
he considered me his brother in Christ. He suggested a breakfast
meeting to work out a compromise. I said I would be happy to meet,
but I didn't feel respected by someone who insisted that I abstain
from sex until marriage yet opposed my right to marry.
I accused Rev. Evans of being selective in his use of biblical
passages, and mentioned the pro-slavery references in Paul's
Epistles. He acknowledged this but said that clergy are uniquely
empowered by God with interpreting Scripture. (In fact, since
Martin Luther translated the Bible into a common tongue, there is a
strong Reform tradition that literate, reasoning folk are equally
empowered as the clergy.) I said I did not need his permission to
think for myself, and that he was free to preach as he liked but
was not entitled to a subsidy from taxpayers. He threatened to set
the gay movement back 10 years. On a more conciliatory note, he
said that he didn't think gay people should be put to death. I said
that was generous but inconsistent with his scriptural
literalism.
Rev. Evans and his allies say they are defending the family. As
it happens, on the Saturday after our legislative victory, I am
going through a connect-the-dots book with 5-year-old Sam, the son
of my friends Alan and Will. Papa Alan is in Fort Worth, Texas, and
I offered to baby-sit for a couple of hours so Daddy Will, who has
just finished nurturing Sam back to health from a fever and ear
infection, could unwind at the gym. Sam opens a pop-up book and
challenges me to find various sea creatures in it. He confesses
that he studied it earlier so he could point them out faster.
The presence of a child changes a home. This child and these
parents have enriched each other's lives beyond measure. Rev. Evans
refuses to see the harm he does to children like Sam by denying
their parents legal protections. But for the moment I am content as
Sam pages through The New Yorker and asks me to read him
the cartoon captions.
Paul wrote to the Corinthians, "If I speak with the tongues of
men and of angels, but have not love, I am become sounding brass,
or a clanging cymbal." Real love requires understanding. But let
the angry ministers make their noise. Others, including
gay-affirming ministers, will make a better noise, and the next
generation will benefit from their efforts.
The phone rings. I let Sam answer, and he hears a familiar
voice. We pack up his things, and in the elevator he pushes L for
lobby. Daddy is waiting.