THE THIRD GENDER

Why is do you suppose I nearly always start my blogs by saying, “A long time ago” or maybe “Many years ago”? because that’s what I have to say now, many years ago, which will be prehistoric for most of you, I am sure, but anyway, that’s when it was, a long time ago.   I went to school in a suburb of Boston.  This was so long ago it was before WWII! In our history classes we (my sister and I) had a wonderful instructor, Edward Rowe Snow. Every student should have an instructor like Mr. Snow. He made you glad to be an American!

He was known as the Flying Santa Claus because each Christmas for years, students collected gifts which he delivered by dropping them at the lighthouses up and down the East Coast.  Now, of course, automation has replaced the lonely life of the Light Tenders.

Mr. Snow loved the history of the area which many residents boasted was the “cradle of liberty,” and if you read some good histories of those epic-making Revolutionary War days, you would realize how great the people of that era were.  In summer Mr. Snow sometimes canoed  a bunch of teens  to Harbor islands to explore, particularly, as I recall Governor’s Island which has the remains of a fort.

This became of particular interest to Mr. and Mrs. Snow one time when he related the story of one escapee who, as I recall, heated the gun slit, expanding the opening and then slipped out the window.

One of Mr. Snow’s more aggressive students, Priscilla,  decided to try this, except she didn’t have anything to heat the stone with, she just attempted to slip through the opening and couldn’t do it, but neither could she get back out. 

I wasn’t there, however, in the same class, and heard about it from her brother, Eugene, who spent his evenings on our front porch.  Once,  with the connivance of our father, he pulled a dirty, dirty trick on my sister and me.  I’ll tell you in a moment, but back to Priscilla who was stuck in the window.  Fortunately, Mrs. Snow was on that trip. She sent all the males packing so she could remove some of Priscilla’s more intimate garments and oiled her down with salad dressing to get her unstuck from the gun slit!

Her brother, Eugene, was working his way thru college on a new program (then it was new), in which he went to school for 6 weeks and then worked 6 weeks.  So he had a job in a factory where they made gum which looked like Feenamint, but he said,  wasn’t.  He came to the house one evening in our absence  and left some with our father for us to sample. The open package of gum was conspicuously placed right under the hanging Tiffany lamp over the center of the round oak dining room table which was to me a warning sign. Too conspicuous.  Not to my sister.  Oh, no!  She who rarely chewed gum grabbed a handful.  I took one.  If  they weren’t Feenamints, they were the next best to it.  Margie spent the next day making hurried trips to the bathroom at the head of the stairs, which  replaced a sewing room in this 1880’s Victorian frame house.  I was our most favorite place to live.

I made a trip back there from California in 1974 and again in 1979 for my job and while there again  visited the islands on a tour of the Harbor which Mr. Snow narrated.  He kept looking at me as if he knew he should know me, and finally I went over and said, “Class of ‘40.”

Wow! I had to ride with him in the glass enclosed cabin from whence he narrated the sights we were seeing, this was much to the consternation of the other tourists!  When we came to the island, I thought I would break this up and so went to the ladies room to hide and waited and waited.  I didn’t want to make the tour, my feet hurt. 

When I thought enough time passed, I opened the door to find the tourists all in a line right in front of me, while I heard Mr. Snow’s voice, roaring “Where is she?  Where is she?”  It all happened in a moment, and there wasn’t time to flee.  He spotted me in the doorway with LADIES emblazoned over my head!  I could see by  puzzled faces I needed to explain this business of “teacher’s pet,” so in my passage to the front of the line, I kept saying, “Class of 40, Class of 40.” That made it all right!

The only thing important about that anecdote is the expression, “Cradle of liberty.”  I don’t know what has happened to those people, once so proud of their heritage.  Why would they keep voting the late Ted Kennedy back into office with his miserable record? What pray tell, could he know about the average working man’s life?  We thought of him as “Chappaquiddick Dick” and scarcely adequate material for so exalted a position as a U.S. Senator.  Well, what did we know?  I guess by now there are worse who have born that once honorable title.

And now, the area is the “Cradle of License!”  More of the aberrant futuristic ugliness seems to be passing through their State Legislature than most of the other states combined!

The Supreme Court of Massachusetts, it was said, recognized Alger Hiss’s guilt as a Soviet spy, but since he was only found guilty of perjury, they restored his right to practice law, plus he was able to collect a government pension until he died.

Massachusetts was also the first state to get into the third gender controversy as well.  Of course, now the State has the help of the Feds with Obama proclaiming June as “Lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender pride month,” according to news reports.  So, even though the Legislature of Massachusetts had to cut government costs all down the line, they still raised funds for “homosexual programs in the public schools.” which apparently has a strong lobby in the State House. even though there is  strong resistance, as well. (MassResistance.com, P.O. Box 1612,  Waltham, MA 02454)

You can’t help but wonder how such a small percentage of people could wield such power at the State and national levels, because traditionally there weren’t over 3% of the populace into that culture.  However, I remember that a member of the Communist Party vowed to change that, and apparently he has.

Harry Hay was an organizer for the CPUSA who appeared before a government committee in July, 1955, where he took the 5th Amendment in response to his Communist Party membership.

This is interesting in view of the appointment by Mr. Obama of a man named Kevin Jennings as “Czar” of safety for children in school.  It seems that Mr. Jennings in a 1997 speech boasted of his relationship with Harry Hay who was his “mentor.” Mr. Jennings doesn’t keep his identity as a member of the 3rd gender a secret either.   Hay had a web site for several years before his death where he did not hide his relationship with the CPUSA, either. 

Hay read the discredited Kinsey report in 1948 which incited him to found in 1950 a secret society he called The Mattachine Society, after Renaissance male dancers who hid their faces behind masks.  Very appropriate title, but since then has been superseded by more radical non-secret societies, which have gained a surprising amount of support among non-gay society.  You can find more information in my book, In the Presence of Our Enemies, and if you haven’t a copy, but want one, let me know for there is much more to tell.

The sad thing is  its  entre’ into the younger classes of Massachusetts’ schools, now no longer the cradle of liberty, but of license.  The assault on the foundations of this country are immense, but sadly, most Americans are so brainwashed they don’t even recognize this.