Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
-From “The Second Coming” (1919)
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
I thought this rather appropos. Partly because I simply cannot concede the ground of moral righteousness to hate mongers and bigots. It was my innocence that was drowned by the twisted nature of homosexual bigotry. It was my adolescence that was trampled. And still, the worst continue their blood-dimming of the tide. Is there a substantive difference between the bigotry of English for Irish? Protestant for Catholic? White for Black? Anglo for Indian? Christian for Muslim?