You've probably read my little rant on
intolerance. In today's unstable climate of fear and intimidation, hate murders continue at an alarming rate, and not just here in the US, but around the world. Here's one of the most recent gay murders, from England:
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"Mr Dobrowski, an assistant manager at Bar Risa Jongleurs, in Camden, north London, was on his way home from a friend's house when he was attacked at about midnight.
He was found unconscious but died later in hospital from head, neck and facial injuries.
He was beaten so severely his own family did not recognise him and he had to be identified by his fingerprints."
full story:
Men Jailed for Gay Barman MurderCopyright 2006, BBC. All rights reserved. Used here for contextual purposes only.
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Here in 'Merica, we've got that nasty old homegrown sumbitch,
Fred Phelps. You remember Fred, doncha? He's the "minister" who had his group holler and hold up signs saying "God Hates Fags" etc. at
Matthew Shepard's funeral, following Matt's beating in Wyoming at the hands of two locals.
The
Southern Poverty Law Center keeps a close eye on folks like Fred. I do too. In fact, I've coined the term "Phelpsian." Here's the latest on Fred from SPLC:
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"While attending a military funeral in Michigan, Rep. Mike Rogers, R-Mich., says he and other mourners were bombarded with "chants and taunting and some of the most vile things I have ever heard."
Rogers was alluding to the homophobic signs and jeers from members of the Westboro Baptist Church led by Fred Phelps."
full story:
Tolerance In the News: New Law Won't Curb HateCopyright 2006, www.tolerance.org. All rights reserved. Used here for contextual purposes only.
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And so, yes, the "beat" goes on. Whether you're a gay soldier who died in service to 'Merica, or a prostitute who just happens to resemble the obsessive focus of an angry serial killer. You might simply be a child whose parents are hated by someone else for a reason you can't even fathom. Hate is not vengeance. Hate is a kind of battery acid that melts down what's left of a heart, and feeds the rage left behind. I hate "hate."