Dear
Zachary,
Goodbye. We, the world, have failed you little one. You came to us, bright and full of promise, and we left you in the hands of one who did not appreciate your brightness, and in fact, she sought to make you suffer for who she thought you might be.
I
am sorry. I did not cause the force that killed you, and in fact, I fight it daily.
You are dead, however, and for me, that means that I did not fight hard enough,
not nearly hard enough.
You
were killed by homophobia, my child. It came through the hands of
parents, through the very hands and arms that should have been there to grab
you, and hold you and love you. It was the force of homophobia that killed you
however, not just those physical blows that delivered it. While your parents
embodied that hatred, it was not created by them, it had been given to them in
many ways from the world around them.
I
am sorry you were born in a world where too many voices tell you not to be you.
No one should have to fight for the right to be themselves, least of all, a
4-year-old child.
I
am sorry you were born into a world where so many feel that the ability to
physically make a child is more important that the ability to love and nurture
one. Where people are writing court papers vilifying parents who do not
physically procreate, they should be writing briefs condemning parents who do
not love. Birthing a child is merely bringing it to life. Loving a child is
truly giving it a reason to live.
I
am sorry you were born into a world where people believe in misinterpreted
Bible passages and tired dogmas. They hold onto them only so they can
rationalize hating something they don’t understand. Something they see in you,
even in your innocence.
I
am sorry for all the beauty, magnificence, talent and life that you represented
that is now gone. I miss the adult you were to become: the father, the artist,
or the hero. I mourn the children you did not get to raise and the better world
you did not get to help build.
A
man named Fred Phelps died a few weeks ago, two years after you did. He lived
his life being hateful, trying to get people to be more homophobic. He failed
and his efforts made people not want to be like him. Homophobia lost. You lived
your life being loving, and your efforts made two people hate you. Homophobia
still lost however, because I will never ever forget you.
I
pray that your short life is held up as the horrible cost of the homophobic
mindset. That mindset is not an opinion. It is not a right to religious
beliefs. It is a deep and ever-present danger that kills the innocent. I pray
that your life robs homophobia of its glory and helps shame it into
non-existence.
Nothing
will replace the life we lost in you. You were our child and we allowed our
world to inspire your fate. You deserved so much better.
With
you in our hearts, little man, I promise you, we will do so much better. We
will shut this intolerance, this indecency down even harder. We can’t give you
back your life, but through your memory, we can take back our own lives and
this world.
We
have the power to make this world one of love, fairness and peace. You have
reminded us why we need to do that for all the future little boys and little
girls just like you. We owe it to them. We owed it to you. We will not fail
again.
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