All things come to pass. Sometimes you can see them coming from afar like a mountain on the horizon. Other times, they come suddenly like a deep hole in the trail at night. Most people are never even ready when they finally get to the mountains, much less for the unexpected.
We'll keep this on our own terms. You all should know what and whom I am talking about here.
Unfortunately, we seem to live in a culture of "guilty until proven innocent". We mostly secretly know, and very sadly, have grown to accept that. It gets worse. After having culturally accepted that dirty secret, we slid into an even worse thing. The new secret is "once accused, never truly innocent, even after it has been proven". That's the one no-one wants to talk about these days. Guilt is weighed by opinion, "lulz", and the media. 'Fact' dropped out of the race a while back. Apparently, much like 'Truth', he was old, tired and no longer needed for modern society.
All it EVER takes is being thought guilty of being "different" or "weird". That's enough to make you guilty of any and everything that anyone decides to henceforth accuse you of. Maybe it's obvious that it's just another Highschool Jock calling you a 'faggot', but hey! You have green hair, so It has
to be true, right? Maybe it's just some tired shitty old american family trying to hustle money out of you because they think that you're an easy mark and have millions to spare? Well, whatever they say must be right, because AGAIN with the weird!
One of the truly sad things is that a lot of you out there who get in on the whole Witch Hunt mentality have also been victimized by it. Did you like
it when the High School Jocks called you a faggot? Did you enjoy
being called a Dope Head because your hair was too long? Because your hair was the wrong colour? Maybe you moved there from another country. Maybe you were the only girl there wearing all black. Maybe you were an overweight kid. Did you enjoy being persecuted because your skin was the wrong colour? Maybe you played D&D or read Star Wars books. Maybe your family didn't have as much money as most everyone else and you didn't have decent clothes or lunch money. What if you just didn't somehow fit into the 'normal' sexual niche or gender role? Does that justify being abused and slandered? Did you get beat up over any of it? Purposefully hit by a car? Threatened with deadly weapons on a daily basis? Because I did. All those things.
Being Different or Weird can happen in a whole variety of ways. From how we look, to simple things about how we act, our personalities, it's just who we ARE. Unless you were a huge fan of having it done to you, and think persecuting and demeaning people is upstanding and correct, then why on earth would you turn around and do it to others? Do you really think that just because a girl has blue hair that she's a drugged up slut?
Just going with the flow? The choice of champions, right there! Don't you see that 'the flow' is just one fucking hateful High School Jock point a finger, and everyone else being afraid that they're next, so they point too?
Even if you are 'normal' what if it were your very own daughter? Your sister or little brother? Do you think they deserve the judgement, wrath and scorn of the world at large, even though they have never been proven guilty of any wrongdoing at all?
It's bad enough to buy into that bullshit while someone is alive, feeding into a situation that can rob someone of their sanity, but to continue it or even ramp it up in the case of their demise? Well aren't you just a really great person?
I've been called 'faggot' and 'stoner' and a million other names hundreds of thousands of times in my life, by hundreds of different people. I've been called a lot worse. I've had a lot worse done to me. I've been in the grocery store shopping for food and had mothers actually put their hand over their childrens eyes when I walked past. Instilling their judgemental evil in their spawn (ant ehey think that I
am the monster in that situation?). All because I was 'weird' or 'different'. It has been enough people in my life to make a general concensus. So does that make it true? Am I those things because enough people believed it? None of these accusations were ever proven. But it didn't matter. Sound familiar? Which side of this cultural issue are you on anyhow? Are you making it better or worse? Are you taking a stance to debunk and improve it?
I think I have my line drawn firmly. Just go ahead and get out of my life and don't wave goodbye if you're on the other side of it. I do not need or want anything to do with you if you're one of them
Also, Joseph McCarthy called. He wanted to tell you that Goody Proctor is a witch!
But it's ok because Great American Hero, Cotton Mather is meeting you after tonights Football Game. You can all head out and burn some crosses in weirdos lawns across the nation.
Or maybe if you want to really pretend to give a shit about things, why don't you instead harass people who have actually been PROVEN criminals. People who are guilty of more than being Different. People whom you can actually observe to do terrible things. Trust me, there are plenty of people out there fitting the bill. Maybe it's just easier to take the lowest denominator rather than stand up for justice, huh? Because all this shit I am writing about? You are no better than the 'God Hates Fags'
And then there's you. This whole thing... I've seen it my whole life, written about it before, but this time, it's for you. Well... You were a rare one. Much like me, you simply were not from here. You were also looking for Home. You taught me something important. Many many years ago. I have never forgotten it. You taught me that no amount of money can buy Home. No amount of fame of 'mainstream success / acceptance' can earn you Home. We'll always be Weird and Different. We'll always be Searching. You also taught me, through your errors, that maybe somehow, the answer can be found in Love. In letting people inside, in spite of the pain and fear. I think that's one thing you never managed to be able to do. Thank you for sharing what you had with us while you could.
I'm sorry that the Witch Hunt made you crazy(/er).
I hope you're Home now.