Once in a
while something happens that is absolutely and without qualification good, and
will be the source of enduring goodness in the future. That happened this
weekend with the legalisation of gay marriage in Britain.
Gay
marriage is both a reflection and an engine of a profund, and profoundly
welcome, shift in social attitudes, most of which has happened in my lifetime. I’ve
been able to track this shift through my work, teaching always having been a
gay-friendly profession. When I began teaching in the 80s, the
generation of teachers above me, those who had grown up when homosexuality was
still illegal, was stuffed full of closet cases. Some of the luckier ones got
away with living with a ‘lodger’ or a ‘friend’. Others, less fortunate or less
brave, fought their own nature. Sometimes it was through an obsessive need for
control, screaming at children for wearing the wrong kind of socks or flying
into a panic if all the pencils on their desk were not pointing in the same
direction. Others punished themselves with depression, or drink, or overeating;
many lashed out at colleagues with bitchy, barbed character assassinations, pursued
obsessive petty vendettas or humiliated children with their cruel put downs.
Some let their frustrated need to love leak out onto their students by
burdening them with emotional or even physical demands. All of them were a
daily rebuke to the notion that there is anything remotely heroic in denying
one’s sexuality. Then, in the 90s, little by little, toes started to appear out
of closets; on one memorable occasion, a monument of camp nastiness and evasion
walked into the Staff Room and said, ‘I’ve just been showing that Romeo and Juliet film to my class, and I
must say that Leo Di Caprio is quite a cutie.’ Well, it was a start. Now, in
London at least (leading the country by example as ever ...), the whole thing
is completely routine. There are a number of Staff Room couples at my school,
and half of them are gay. The Head Teacher announces staff’s civil partnerships
(and I hope will soon do the same for marriages) in Assembly in the same breath
as their straight equivalents. To my students, homophobia is as unimaginable as
witch-burning.
This is not
yet the case everywhere, however. Here I’m tempted to reach for Edward Heath’s
formula: ‘There are people who disagree with me. They are wrong.’ But instead,
let’s take the critics on their own terms. Doesn’t it undermine the institution
of marriage? I’m in a heterosexual marriage but, strangely, I don’t feel an
urge to leave my wife because gay people can get married. If I think about at
all, it reminds me of what a good thing marriage is if more people want to do
it. It is against nature. Denying the sexuality you have been given is against
nature, with predictably disastrous consequences (as my examples above
indicate). It is against the Church’s teaching. Here I’ll come out, and proud,
as a committed, practising Catholic. The Church is right about most things, and
wrong about some things. It was wrong about slavery, it was wrong about
anti-semitism, it was wrong to support Franco in Spain and Mussolini in Italy
and it was wrong to turn a blind eye to the Holocaust. It knows now it was
wrong about those things, and please God it will know one day it was wrong
about homosexuality. Being gay is not like smoking or eating chocolate
biscuits, something that can be given up with a bit of effort. If a person is
gay it is because God made them gay, and not to express the love that they have
been given is a sin against the Creator Himself; the Church should repent of
that sin. The existence of the legal institution of marriage does not guarantee
the Christian virtues of fidelity, or commitment, or love, but it does greatly
assist and support these virtues, and the Church should rejoice in its
extension.
So this
week we can be proud to be British. All credit to David Cameron, who bravely
expended a lot of political capital on this issue for not much return. When
Nick Clegg said if he achieved nothing else, gay marriage would make going into
coalition worthwhile, he wasn’t far wrong. Britain is a better place for gay
marriage, and it’s not going back. Sometimes things get better.