How does homosexuality – so obviously lethal to reproductive success – keep propagating? It’s really quite simple.
When I read Moira Greyland’s horrifying account of her repeated sexual molestation as a child at the hands of her homosexual parents, Marion Zimmer Bradley and Walter Breen, everything suddenly clicked into place. It’s not so much that there’s a gay gene (although there might be); or a gay virus (ditto); or a preconscious nisus among gays to spread their perversion through predation upon the young, “waking up the natural homosexual feelings that all people have,” so that they themselves can feel that they are somewhat more normal and unobjectionable (seems not unlikely); or that homosexuality is a search for the approval of an absent or distant or mad parent (a reasonable theory, prima facie). All these factors might be at work. But they are not needed to secure the propagation of homosexual behavior down through the generations.
It’s much simpler than that: children imitate what they see adults doing. They grow up thinking that those doings are more usual than they would if they had never been exposed to them. It doesn’t work this way only with homosexuality, of course. Spousal abuse, divorce, drug and alcohol abuse, gambling – all the vices are easier to take on board if you saw your parents or relatives doing them, or members of the parish, or teachers, or priests, et al. And the same thing goes for the virtues. Children watch adults and learn from them how adults normally behave – how it would be normal for them to behave when they grow up.
From how adults treat them, children especially learn how it is normal for adults to treat children.
The bounden duty then of any adult who might regularly be observed by young children – which is to say, any adult at all, except hermits and cloistered religious – is so to live as to demonstrate to the young in his ambit how adults ought properly to live. We ought to live properly – we ought, at a minimum, to try our best to look as though we do, anyway – because youngsters are looking at us as models for themselves. How much heavier, then, is this duty laid upon famous, celebrated or prominent adults, who may be seen and imitated by thousands or even millions of youngsters? The public vice of a single movie star or athlete could ruin thousands of young lives (I do not of course deny that the moral and vital collapse of an authoritative adult under the weight of vice can serve as an object lesson to the young – but such collapses are usually hushed up, to keep the money flowing).
When my children were little, I would often end my corrections of their manners or diction or grammar with the ukase, “Fall of the West, my dear, Fall of the West.” Not that I was bloody minded about it – indeed I made rather a joke of it: how could a little child’s table manners affect the course of empires? Nevertheless I explained to them that it is in the very little things that civilization is maintained, or not. I told them the story of Richard III’s horseshoe nail. I emphasized that everything depended upon how well they learnt their lessons, and on how consistently they observed the proprieties, and on how well and beautifully they did things – even things that no one would ever see – because of little hidden humble things are our lives made, and by them great deeds enabled and stitched together, great battles of great kingdoms. I explained that it is in the end such little things that the great battles are ultimately for, and about. We fight and die so that a little girl and her stuffed animals may have their tea party in peace and quiet, and so that a troop of boys may ramble through the woods unmolested.
How not much more, then, likewise, for adults, from whom the children learn their lessons?
Nor does it end there. As we are bound to demonstrate to the young how one ought to live, so are we bound to protect the little girls at tea and the boys in their woods from those who would show them otherwise. It is our duty to shun improper adults, to shield children from the sight or sound of them, and to teach our young that their natural disgust at perversion is good, and right, and to be heeded.
None of this is much fun. It is a lot of work to mind your peas and queues all the time, without surcease; but, if you don’t, then no peas and no queues, nor woods nor teas, but rather only weeds and mobs.