I used to love these things
Well, Boy Scouts of America, you made me do something I never thought I would do. I defended an organization that does not believe in equality or human dignity. I’ve defended you, a lot. Maybe it was just my knee jerk response to support you in the face of ridicule, like I’ve done with people who have called you old-fashioned, or militant, or even fascist, that caused me to defend you against charges of homophobia—even though you are homophobic and that’s wrong.
I got into an argument with my wife the other day about you. I said that if we had a son, I would want him to be a Scout, and she said that she didn’t know if BSA aligned with our values. I fought hard, and ultimately she agreed that we would leave the decision totally up to any future child. But, you know what, she’s right, BSA doesn’t line up with my values… values I learned as a Scout strangely enough.
A Scout is:
There is nothing in those words, and they’re more than just words for me, that imply exclusion or derision for those who engage in same-sex relationships. Look, BSA, as long as you continue to be exclusionary to homosexuals and atheists as Scouts and Leaders, I can’t allow myself to be affiliated with you and no child of mine will become part of Boy Scouts or Venture Scouts. Scouting made me the man I am today, a man too principled to continue to turn a blind eye to discrimination.
In the ongoing attempt to find space wherever we can, Dave and I found ourselves quite inspired when we stumbled upon this lovely on The Brick House: http://www.the-brick-house.com/2009/09/shelving-unit/
We loved the look of it, waiting with bated breath for the first chance we had to take…