I watched a documentary last night with several friends: 8–the Mormon Proposition. It was disturbing on several levels, but one of the comments that won’t leave me alone came near the end.
We, as viewers, were being taken on a brief tour of the “home” for a couple of homeless, gay teenage Mormon boys. Trash, graffitti…kind of an open-air “basement” with what they could scrounge to try to stay warm. One of the boys was talking matter-of-factly about how in the summer, often he woke up with 15-20 cockroaches on him and commented that “it wasn’t a pleasant way to live.”
The interviewer asked him “How do you keep hope?” and the two young men looked at each other in astonishment, then one of them responded “There is no hope.”
That’s the statement that won’t let me go.
How can people live with no hope? Unfortunately, for many people in the GLBT community, there is no hope because when they acknowledge who they are, they lose family, church family, homes, support. Where are they go to? Who are they to go to? How can they have hope when everyone they’ve known and loved tells them they’re no longer of any value? that they’d be better off dead?
What are we doing to our children? to ourselves?
We may not agree wholeheartedly with each other–but everyone has value. Everyone needs to have something worth living for–needs to know that they are loved. Otherwise…why bother? Why continue living? Why not just rid the world of something that’s been thrown away anyway?
Is there hope? If we can’t give hope to everyone, then ultimately none of us will have any.