By Ed Chasteen
Fred Phelps sent a fax to the City of Weston, MO, alerting them that his Westboro Baptist Church plans to picket the military funeral of a fallen soldier in their town this Saturday, November 7. Here’s what I suggest we do to express our disapproval. But first, some background.
At Fred Phelps’ direction the tiny Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka, Kansas goes all over the country to picket. They came to William Jewell College a few years back to picket the poet, Maya Angelou, apparently because in a poem she had written something Fred thought showed homosexuality in a favorable light. They came to picket Second Baptist Church in Liberty, Missouri, apparently because our pastor preached love of all people. They came to Central Baptist Seminary to picket a speaker who had written a book that did not condemn people for their sexual orientation.
Free speech is a precious possession of every American. Fred has every right to lead his church this way. We cannot deny him this right without also being willing to have our free speech rights curtailed. The fact that we find Fred and his church a nuisance all the time and often despicable does not give us license to silence him.
Some time back, Fred and his little band began to send out scurrilous faxes to families of soldiers killed in wartime saying that the deaths were God’s judgment on a godless nation. Then they came to picket the funeral. They have picketed several military funerals recently, leading some communities to pass local ordinances against such actions. Fred is a lawyer. Some of his children are lawyers. They appealed these ordinances in the courts. They lost. The verdict was appealed. They won. The aggrieved family appealed to the Supreme Court. The case is pending.
Fred has a legal right to do what he does. If you type Fred Phelps or Westboro Baptist Church into your web browser(www.godhatesfags.com), you will find their Picket Schedule, telling where and when they will picket.
I recommend that we take this national lemon and make lemonade. We did this on a small scale when Fred came to our Church in Liberty to picket. (Fred did not actually come himself. He sent women and children.) When we got Fred’s obscene fax telling us they were coming to picket our church, I went to my computer and sent an email message to hundreds of HateBusters all across the country. I said: “Fred Phelps is coming to picket our church. I don’t know why. We can’t stop him. But we can make lemonade out of this lemon. Let’s all give a dollar a minute for every minute Fred’s pickets are at our church. I will let you know how long Fred stays. You then send your dollar for every minute to an organization Fred hates (There are many) I’m sending mine to an AIDS organization.
And send your donation in the name of Fred Phelps and Westboro Baptist Church. Ask the organization to send a thank you letter to Fred Phelps at Westboro Baptist Church. Then you send a letter to Fred. Thank him for prompting you to give. Tell him that you will look at his Picket Schedule on his website. Every time you see a picket scheduled, you will make another donation. The more he pickets, the more money he will raise for these good organization. Wish him well.
Free speech is grand.
Church Address to send thank you note:
Westboro Baptist Church
3701 SW 12th St.
Topeka, KS 66604-1730
My Choice to receive donation on line:
National AIDS fund
or one of your choice
To make your tax deductible donation to HateBusters, make your check to Greater Liberty HateBusters. Mail to Box 442, Liberty, MO 64069
William Jewell College: My Camelot
Donate here.I had been a member of the Jewell faculty for only a week when Dr. Hester took me aside. In the fatherly fashion I came to love, he said to me, ?You need to find a place to settle down. You don?t have to move around to make your mark.?
Several times over the next few years, I dreamed I had left Jewell. And I would wake up in a cold sweat. Several times I was offered other jobs, once in the very place my wife and I had always said we wanted to live. We told them no. Our three children graduated from Jewell. One now is on the faculty. We still live in the only house we?ve ever owned. The one where the kids grew up and all my students came.
Fresh out of grad school I came to teach at Jewell and live in
I wrote the book and gave it as a gift to the college. But for that gift to have the value I hope it has, ten thousand friends of the college will each have to send a $100.00 donation to William Jewell Camelot, Office of the President, 500 College Hill, Liberty, MO 64068, or make a donation on-line by clicking here.
?A man?s reach should exceed his grasp, or what?s a heaven for?? Asked Robert Browning. ?Ask and you shall receive,? says the Bible. I?m asking. Can we do it? We can! Will we do it? I believe we will.
Audacious Asking! For the college we love.
Audacious Asking! For the college we love.
By Ed Chasteen
I ride a bicycle. Thousands of miles every year. For the past two years some of us riders have been meeting at 7:30 every Saturday morning at the bike shop in Liberty. We ride to nearby towns for breakfast. Because I?m slow, they always let me leave first. A few minutes later, they all pass me. And I?m last. I?m now riding sweep. That?s the name we give to the rider who comes last and stops to help any other rider who has had a problem.
Now everybody in my country has had a problem. When those planes hit those towers, our world exploded. We no longer feel safe. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. And we don?t know how to put him together again. And I?m riding sweep.
When the state of Louisiana embarrassed itself back in 1988 by electing a member of the KKK to their state legislature, the governor invited my students and me to come to Louisiana and help the state redeem itself. My students and I started HateBusters and went to Louisiana. I was riding sweep.
When bigots came with their hate signs to our campus to protest a black speaker, I ran to my office and made myself a sign and ran to join them. My sign said, ?These Guys Are Nuts.? The crowd began to laugh. The bigots got in their cars and went home. I was riding sweep.
When other bigots painted racist messages on a church in a nearby town, I organized a caravan of all races and religions to drive there for a rally. I was riding sweep.
When someone burned a cross in a black man?s yard in my town, I called a march from our campus to our town square, wearing our HateBusters shirts and chanting ?Up with people, down with hate.? I was riding sweep.
When black churches got hate letters, I organized a love letter campaign that brought thousands of letters from all over the world offering love and support for those churches. I was riding sweep.
Those things were easy. They didn?t seem easy at the time. But what to do came easily to me then. No sooner had they happened than I just knew what I should do. Instantly and intuitively I understood what to do. And I did it. I rode sweep.
But it has been almost four years since 9-11. And what have I done? What have I said? What help have I been? I did go to Ground Zero for a week as a Salvation Army volunteer to help feed the police and firefighters who were recovering bodies. But I?ve had no answer for those who sent me emails and asked what HateBusters could do.
Four long years of grappling with 9-11 and I have not thought of even one specific action that any of us as private citizens might take to redress this tragedy. My mind keeps returning to a decision each of us could make that could deliver us individually from the mind numbing and soul killing tension that all of us are in danger of learning to live with. If we learn to live in fear, we will have died in all ways that really matter long before we draw our final breath. The coward dies many times. The brave die but once.
If we are not to die a little bit with every headline announcing the latest inhumanity, we must resolve to make ourselves into what I call World Class Persons. By my own definition, a World Class Person is one who can go anyplace at any time and talk to anyone about anything and feel safe. I must be honest with you and admit that I am not a World Class Person. I want to be. I?m making myself move in that direction. Down that road is the only place I see life.
I cannot live in a world where I fear the people I see on the street, in the paper or on my TV screen. I cannot build a fort around me to keep me safe. I?m a bridge builder. By training and by disposition. That?s who I am. And if I cannot be who I am, why do I want to live?
A bridge is of no value unless there is a road coming to it and going from it. The WCP Highway is under construction. The events on the morning of September 11, 2001 in New York City make the building of that road almost impossible. But they also make it that much more necessary.
In Man of LaMancha, Don Quixote?s friends come to him. They say to him, ?Wickedness wears thick armor.? They think he is a fool. They mean to discourage him. He replies, ?And for that you would have me surrender? Nay, the enchanter may confuse the outcome ten thousand times. Still must a man arise and again do battle. For the effort is sublime.?
The effort to become a World Class Person promises deliverance from the paralyzing fears that seize our minds and hearts and make us cruel. As we travel the WCP Highway we meet others who make the journey. And if we come upon one who has been wounded, we can be the Good Samaritan.
We?re riding sweep. May peace, power, purpose and joy go with us every day and all the way. This is the day the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it. I will travel this day on the World Class Person Highway. I will minister to those I meet along the way whose journey has been interrupted.
I?m riding sweep.
Invite us and we will come.
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