For the Children of the Latest Target Protestor

HA note: The following is reprinted with permission from Libby Anne’s blog Love Joy Feminism. It was originally published on Patheos on May 18, 2016.

 

By now, you’ve probably seen this video of a mother of twelve walking through Target, Bible in hand, loudly condemning Target for its trans-inclusive bathroom policy.

Here are some of the things the woman said as she walks through the store:

“Mothers, get your children out of this store!”

“Are you going to let the devil rape your children, America?”

“Repent, wicked Target…the judgement of God is coming on this nation and Target!”

According to a blogger who grew up with one of the individuals in the video, the woman in the video homeschools her children. I’m not surprised; I grew up in a similarly sized homeschool family myself. While I don’t think my parents would have walked through Target loudly condemning their policies for all to hear, there were plenty of occasions when I and my siblings were taken along to protest other issues, including abortion and marriage equality.

As I watched the video, I felt deeply for the woman’s children. I know what it feels like to be in their shoes, because I’ve been in their shoes.

This mother could have protested Target’s bathroom policies on her own, without her children in tow, but she chose not to. Instead, she chose to bring her children and have them follow her through the store as she spoke of Satan raping children and condemned Target’s actions. She likely brought her children because she believed having them there with her would help make her point, or boost her credentials for speaking. Again, I’ve been there. I know those feels. I also know that it is very unlikely that those children were given a choice about coming.

As a child, I usually enjoyed being politically involved alongside my parents. It could be awkward sometimes, with the whole family along and obviously on display, but I found political involvement invigorating. The same was not true for all of my siblings. My next-in-age sister hated our political involvement, and would get in trouble with my father for making comments about not wanting to be there. In some sense, each of my many siblings has had a different childhood, because each is a different person with different likes and dislikes and a different temperament. I thought about that, as I watched the video. Which of those children felt invigorated to be there, I wondered—happy to be striking a blow against Satan, perhaps—and which simply wanted to sink through the floor and disappear?

What would I say to those children, if I could? I think I would tell them that their lives are their own, that their beliefs are their own, that their path is their own. One thing that is often lacking from a fundamentalist childhood is an understanding that you are allowed to make your own decisions and decide for yourself who you are. Oh certainly, I was always taught that I had to choose God for myself, that I had to choose to live a Christian life, that I had to choose to follow God’s law. But notice my use of the word “had.” It’s not accidental. There was never another option, not really. It was choose God, or choose damnation, vice, hedonism, life without meaning, and among strangers. And that is not a meaningful choice.

As I watch my siblings grow, and as I watch other individuals in the homeschool community I grew up in come of age and embark on their adult lives, my hope has always been that they would find the freedom to form their own beliefs. I don’t want clones of myself or my journey. Everyone is different and every journey is different. Instead, I want them to end up in a place where they are able to own their own lives and make their own decisions. A place where they are more than pawns or foot soldiers. A place where they are their own people. Beyond that, yes, I want them to learn empathy, to love, to show kindness to others, but all of that has to start from a place where one is free to make one’s own choices and form one’s own beliefs.

What would I say to the children of fundamentalism, if I could? I would tell them that they do not belong to their parents or their churches. They belong to themselves. I would tell them that their spiritual journeys are their own, and that a God who truly loves and cares for his children is big enough to handle questions, seeking, and pondering. I would tell them that the freedom to ask questions—questions without easy answers—is a beautiful thing. And I would tell them that they matter, that they are more than possessions or appendages of their parents, that they are independent beings who have value as individuals. And that they won’t be children forever.

To every child who has ever been a pawn: It is my sincere hope that you find your own space, and freedom. You are not a possession. You are a person. You matter.

5 comments

  • Right on with this article. Thank you. This was definitely the first “pain” I felt in watching this…what the poor kids were feeling, the horror, the embarrassment. The second pain, any trans or gay person that may have been shopping in the store during that time when she spewed out such hatred. What a disgrace to humanity.

  • my view: if you (in this case, the woman who was preaching) do not like an establishment’s policies, do not shop there. As with most, I also grew up in a similar “religious” (following only what is felt to serve one’s self-view, not actually following the philosophy that lies just beneath the physical words, thus creating religion, not faith)world. our’s was called a sect, even a cult, because we weren’t “mainstream” enough in views. Now, as i watch the country fall apart at the seams, I am watching views I once shared (no longer. I have come to understand that the physical is NOT the main point of any belief)spread like a toxic venom throughout both political and religious arenas.

    hate, fear, greed, electedness (the sense of being the only ones “saved” while others are damned forever), self-righteousness, twisted readings of instructions left to guide the individual believer, not a nation), misinterpretations of those self-same texts that once made all understand and accept people despite their perceived sin, and a desire to wage war on all who do not agree has replaced the directive to love, show kindness, have mercy, show understanding, and give without expectation. Suddenly, being “Christian” has become all about the physical, not what is in the heart and soul. They preach about killing the President, the evils they perceive in others, and how the end is near…and yet, they are told it is NOT near and not to follow any who claims such.

    Yes, I find it sad to see what new lows we, as a nation have sank to while the predators wait within our own families and not in bathroom stalls in some store or restaurant. It is sad that rape, incest and child molestation is smiled upon while they frown at homosexuals and transgender people. They have no problem with rampant corruption and greed, but hate the poor. Seems our morals are completely twisted and opposite of what they should be.

    • Headless Unicorn Guy

      The Righteous(TM) usually have no problem with things from which THEY personally benefit.

      • personal benefit should never be the center of a righteous person’s life. I tend to see things a bit more like the Buddhists, where denial of self and pursuit of inner peace by honoring all are far better than self indulgence. Many forget that absolute power corrupts absolutely.

  • Headless Unicorn Guy

    I keep thinking “Is this Target Protestor a refugee from Westboro Baptist?”
    Her M.O. is very similar to Fred Phelps & Co.

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