The Southern Poverty Law Center has rightly labeled them a hate group.
I went to Vassar College and graduated in 1999. Friends and fellow alums have posted some great stuff on Facebook. My friend Tom posted this:
"Westboro is going to Vassar? Hoo-boy. You're bringing a fart to a shitfight. Sure, 'don't dignify them with an answer' is the way most would deal with this. Vassar students, on the other hand, have been training in mountaintop dojos for 150 years for this. When someone inevitably prints up, "Fag Enabler" t-shirts, send me one."
Someone else set up a Crowdrise fundraising page for The Trevor Project, which is a group that provides crisis intervention and suicide prevention to at-risk LGBT students. The page was set up today with a goal of $4,500. It's currently at $
Yet the thing that I kept thinking about, was not my anger at the ignorance of a family of lawyers, but my love of my college. Vassar is a weird and quirky place, that used to have an event called The Homo Hop. I was told when I got there that we didn't have a homecoming, but a "homo-coming." And while each year, seniors are convinced that the freshmen are boat shoe wearing, popped collar having, rich conservatives, its not really true.
I was a tour guide and every few tours, when I finished the tour and was standing around waiting for individual questions, a parent would come up and ask me if it was true that the school was 40% gay. (I have no idea where they got these numbers.) I would say honestly that I didn't think Vassar had many more gay students than any other college. I thought that gay students felt more comfortable at Vassar, enough to hold hands in public, or to kiss each other at parties. I said that I was glad that I went to school in a place that felt that safe enough for people to be who they really are.
I am immensely proud of where I went to school. And I had forgotten that pride, as life often gets in the way of remembering the things and places that made us. It's easy with careers and family life to forget how we became who we are. The people that I
While those inbred morons did not mean for this byproduct, I am so glad they decided to protest. It has brought back a flood of good memories and long smiles. And it's helped me remember a place and a people who've made my dumb ass who I am.
I am a Brewer.