When friends of mine in the gay community told me that the postal survey on same-sex marriage would unleash hatred and bile I hoped they were wrong. I wish they had been. I underestimated how vicious it would be and I never for a moment thought how much it would impact me.
I don’t want to claim to be the victim for even a second. I see people in the “no camp” doing that and I can’t help wonder how they dare complain they are being maligned given what they are voting for. I don’t wish to belittle the real pain and suffering this campaign has caused to the LGBTQI community and their friends and family.
It’s been a gruelling week listening to all the hatred levelled at people, it’s been hideous to think that there are people who think not every Australian deserves the same civil rights.
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And for me it’s been sobering to realise I’m intolerant.
Intolerant is not a title I would have held with great pride before this week, it’s a designation I’ve tried to avoid. I pride myself on trying to listen to both sides of a story, I’ve always been open to learning from people in situations different from my own. And while I may not always agree with other people’s opinions or behaviours (sometimes loudly) I’ve tried to tolerate them.
But last week a conversation turned to the same-sex marriage survey and my whole stance on tolerance was shaken. There was someone amongst us who was more passionate than rational – only his passion was for hating on yes voters for hating on him. I know. It makes little sense for someone to complain about ostensibly not having the right to say no just as they deny equal rights to others.