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Justice vs. Vengeance: How the #Me Too Movement Blurs the Two

As the daily news headlines seem to carry the story of another high profile man accused of sexual misconduct, one message seems to be coming through from the victims: “Sincere apologies are not enough; we will make you pay and pay dearly for what your did to us.” That’s understandable in cases of rape or physical assault involving grabbing, groping, or forcible kissing, exhibitionism, or soliciting sex. But every small infraction a man could possibly commit physically or verbally is now viewed as cause for totally ruining his career, marriage, future, and life. This #Me Too movement now appears to be more than just an effort to obtain real justice for women and men victimized by serious sex crimes. It looks like a movement that is  not only trying to change a cultural environment, but to change the whole culture’s view of human sexuality.

That begs a couple of questions from men like myself who know we have not always behaved in a perfect manner toward women. Likewise, our wives, sisters, and daughters are asking, “Who and what is really behind this?” One of the questions I have about this movement is, Do these women who have allegedly been violated desire to see true justice or vengeance? There is a distinct difference between the two, and I’m not sure this #Me Too movement is making that distinction.

Let me illustrate the difference by pulling one of the cases from the recent headlines: Charlie Rose. No matter what you might think of him personally, Rose earned himself the reputation as an old-school, hard-nosed journalist unafraid to ask the tough questions of everyone he interviewed, regardless of which political party, company, or organization they represented. That’s what a good journalist does.

Mr. Rose also earned the reputation of being a classic ladies’ man, the quintessential cool, smooth, suave, debonair British gentleman who could make women’s hearts flutter just by walking into a room. Unfortunately, many of those women recently learned that he’s really a dirty old man. His sexual antics, as reported by women hired to work for his news documentary show, and by several co-workers at CBS, caused him to have his program yanked off the air, and to be fired by CBS and PBS. That leads to the question: Will true justice be served in the case of Charlie Rose and his alleged victims?

Let me answer that this way. There is a three-fold purpose I have identified to true justice in the case of the perpetrator: 1)Conviction for and admission of guilt for wrongdoing; 2)Correcting the behavior and attitudes of the perpetrator so that they repent of their wrongdoing and determine to turn away from it, and 3)Restitution to the victim, if applicable, or the sincere apologizing and seeking forgiveness for the wrong done. This implies that true justice, if it is to be realized completely, requires something from the victim: the willingness to eventually forgive, if not for the perpetrator, for the victim’s own emotional and spiritual well-being. It is only when we choose to forgive someone for wrong they’ve done to us, that we ourselves are released from the control of that hurt. If we continue to hold onto that hurt and refuse to forgive, especially if the wrongdoer has repented, then that can grow into bitterness that eventually eats up the victim, while the perpetrator may still find peace and restoration through other means. The ultimate goals of true justice are healing and redemption: healing for the victim, redemption for the perpetrator.

This brings us back to the matter of what the women of the #Me Too movement are really seeking. In the case of Charlie Rose and the women he hurt, the question that has to be asked is, (this is the Christian minister in me speaking) Does anybody care enough about Charlie Rose, (not the journalist, the person), to find out what led him down the slippery slope into sexual misconduct, in order to possibly help him to take ownership over his actions, confess and repent of them, and allow others to walk and talk with him through the process of redemption and restoration? Does anybody care enough about him to see him become a changed man, one who honors and respects women, or is the desire of his victims and the #Me Too movement to see him spend the rest of his life isolated, broken, and bitter, dying a lonely and painful death, and then rotting in hell? If their desire is truly for the former, then that is seeking justice. If it’s the latter, then that’s merely a desire for vengeance.

Vengeance, in contrast to justice, has just 2 objectives: punish and destroy. It seeks to inflict as much misery on wrongdoers as possible, and ultimately, to see them completely destroyed as persons, and not just removed from positions of authority. According to the Bible, vengeance is only properly meted out by God, and He only does so when people are totally unrepentant and determined to do evil to others (Deuteronomy 32: 35-36). When people seek vengeance against those who violate them, it forces their enemies to fight back for their very lives and souls, not just their reputations, which can eventually lead to violence and bloodshed.

This brings me back to the original questions raised here: Who is really behind this #Me Too movement and what is their real agenda? If it is to seek true justice for victims of sexual abuse by changing the culture that lends itself to abuse through changing the attitudes and behavior of abusers, then this is a badly needed movement that’s been long time in coming. If however, this is a movement to destroy certain people in order to promote another political agenda, that will most certainly lead to a backlash, perhaps even a violent one. What I mean is this: I have a hard time believing that all these women bringing all these accusations against all these men really want to see the men completely destroyed, with careers ruined and marriages and families ripped apart. I’m sure most of them recognize this could backfire on them in the worst way, and even cause the cases of women who are victims of violent sexual assault to not be heard.

What I’m wondering is if this #Me Too movement has been concocted and instigated by militant gay rights activists, using the New York Times and Washington Post as well as real victims of sexual abuse, to paint a dark picture of heterosexuality itself. They might be seeking to discredit heterosexuality by using all these cases as a way of presenting the idea that homosexuality is to be preferred, with heterosexuality being cast as abnormal, inherently exploitative of women, unnatural, and undesirable. This ties in with the argument made increasingly by gay rights activists that gay people are the most evolved of all, and that all people should move away from heterosexuality and become gay. What better way to push this propaganda for the gay lifestyle than to daily mention more and more cases of sexual misconduct my men against women? The fact that any cases of gay men in positions of power who get accused of molesting boys are quickly squelched by the media is further proof of an effort to present gay as beautiful and most desirable, and straight as totally sick and undesirable. I’ve had enough run-ins with militant gays to know this could well be their latest tactic to force their agenda of making the gay lifestyle totally unquestionable, unchallenged, and the only acceptable form of human sexual behavior.

But there’s something the gay community and their supporters do not recognize: God is still on His throne. He hasn’t changed, and He hasn’t rewritten His Word. He will have the final word on human sexuality, guaranteed. That will be the ultimate justice for those who have faithfully followed Him through Jesus Christ, by being redeemed from lives of sin through His shed blood. That’s a promise offered to everyone who would place his or her trust in Jesus. To do so, simply pray by telling Jesus that you recognize you are a sinner in need of forgiveness, that you are willing to turn from your sin and want His help to do so, believing that He died for your sins, and then receive His forgiveness. That offer is there for you whether you’re a victim of sexual abuse, or a sex offender. If you pray such a prayer and find Jesus coming into your life, be sure to tell a friend or family member that you’ve done so.

 

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“Thankful for a Traffic Ticket”

As bizarre as this may sound, I’m thankful today for a speeding ticket I received earlier in the week. While travelling north on I-77 in southwestern Virginia between my home near Asheville, North Carolina, and my parents’ home in Pennsylvania, I was pulled over for driving 78 in a 65 m.p.h. zone. The officer who stopped me was a Lieutenant Lyons from the Carroll County Police Department. There’s no way he could have known that he was pulling over a boiling cauldron of rage behind the wheel of that Ranger.

I wasn’t angry at other motorists on the interstate. I was growing a bit impatient with some trucks that were bottle-necking traffic passing each other, which led partially to the speeding. But what was really making me drive mad was the trouble I was leaving behind at home. It was not the result of a conflict with my wife Julie, but over trouble caused by neighbors that has gone on for over a decade. I have been the target of a relentless campaign by members of the gay community around Asheville, and possibly elsewhere, to make me “come out” and declare myself as gay. I’ve had members of a local homosexual satanist cult approach me at different times giving me the not-so-subtle message in one way or another of: “We know you’re gay, and we’re going to make you come out and join us.” I’ve also had to live with people practicing witchcraft and sorcery living in the apartment below us, using it against me for the same purpose.

The apartment building Julie and I live in is a wooden frame, three-story, six-unit structure with wooden floors. That means we can hear all kinds of things, including neighbors’ conversations. Ours is the middle floor apartment, so the neighbors above us can make noise that can become irritating and keep us awake at night, and whoever is below us can likewise make plenty of noise that can be heard. After twelve and a half years in the place, Julie and I have certainly gotten used to noise. But within the last seven years, it’s a particular kind of noise that’s become the most disturbing for me.

I’ve learned to discern the sound of sorcery-training videos being played, detecting instructions given on how to cast a spell on someone to make them go queer. I’ve also learned to discern the sound of witches’ incantations, which can sound like someone either grunting their way through an exercise or straining to have a bowel movement. Does this sound all too wild and weird? Trust me, it isn’t, because this kind of training material in witchcraft is readily available. I know, because I’ve been the target of it.

I first became aware of this several years ago while I was finishing up the writing of a biblical historical novel on the life of the prophet Daniel. Julie would sit at our computer and proofread my chapters out loud, while our sorcery-practicing neighbor below us listened in on every word. In the course of the novel, I wrote of how the practices of the Canaanite people with their worship of fertility gods and goddesses included ritual homosexual prostitution, carried out in tents right in the outer courtyard of the temple in Jerusalem. My purpose for including this in the story was to show the multiple reasons why ancient Judah was invaded and conquered by the Babylonians in the early 6th century B.C., with Jerusalem and the temple destroyed in the process. This obviously set off alarm bells both with the neighbor below us and the one in the house next door to our building. I became the target not only of witchcraft, but of efforts to stop my writing.

Among the things that have happened to my computers in the course of writing two novels that are now completed, was the planting of a Trojan horse that prevented me from writing the word “homosexual” in anything I was trying to write. I had to get a rather expensive cleaning done along with the repair of my software to make it usable. I ended up being fooled into buying a bogus software protection package for my laptop that gradually began eating up and destroying my word processing program while I was writing my second novel. Again, another expensive repair and cleaning. But I did manage to complete my second novel by keeping the laptop offline most of the time. Otherwise, I found the computer at home constantly monitored to see what I was doing on it. Whoever gave the tools to the neighbors in the building to watch all of my computer usage either had to be some criminal element, or a federal agency. I more strongly suspect the latter, because I could get no help from law enforcement people to track down who was doing what to my computers.

So why am I confronted with this all-out attack against my name, character, marriage, and work? 1) These people do not want me saying, writing, or thinking anything against homosexuality or the gay lifestyle, and 2) they are still convinced I am a closet queer who “needs to come out.” There’s one big problem with their thinking. Granted, I look lie the stereotypical gay man, with thin, bony arms; narrow, rounded shoulders, and a waistline that’s a little too thick. But I can say unequivocally, with God as my witness, that I have never felt any physical, sexual attraction toward men, and I have always liked women as far back as I can remember. I was a shy, bashful, awkward teenager when it came to being around girls, and that insecurity carried into adulthood. But I never had any desire whatsoever to engage in sexual behavior with other men, and recoiled from it when approached by gay men for it.

Obviously, these enemies of mine, many of whom are Marxists as well as devil-worshipers and gay rights activists, do not accept these facts about me because they don’t want to. I’ve said out loud in the hearing of some that I would have to be killed before I would go live the gay lifestyle, and I still stand on that. I very well could lose my life at the hands of gay rights activists and/or their sympathizers, but if that happens, it will only happen because God permits it, and will only serve to prove what they are, not what I am.

This brings me back to my traffic stop and speeding ticket. When Lieutenant Lyons pulled me off to the side of the interstate, I felt an initial flush of embarrassment as anyone would, especially since it was my first speeding violation in my many years of driving. But as the lieutenant took my license and registration to write out my ticket, I felt a strange calm come over me. It was as if God’s Spirit was speaking to me saying, “It’s time to cool down, Brian, and give your anger over to me. You’re driving dangerously and you need to settle down and quit letting this bitterness and rage you’re carrying eat you up.”

I left our apartment that morning feeling the affects of sleep deprivation from the previous couple of nights. The neighbors below and above us seemed to be determined to rob me of as much sleep as possible, especially after hearing I was leaving to go back up to Pennsylvania. Between witch’s incantations directed at me from below, and the little girl above us following the instructions of the couple camping out in the apartment below us to do various noisy things to try to set me on edge, I was seething that morning as I headed north.

What was galling me the most was the fact that everything these people are throwing at me is intended to give me one message: “You’re gay, and you need to leave your wife and come out.” The taunting and harassment, I’ve concluded, are intended  to either make me blow up in a rage so I can be arrested and sent off either to jail or to a state mental hospital to be “deprogrammed of my Christian beliefs” and persuaded that I’m gay and need to go live with queers, or to break me down mentally to where I finally give in, tell Julie to divorce me, and go live in the gay community. One way or another, the primary goal is to silence me and stop me from dissenting against homosexuality any more.

My anger over this cruel and demonic effort to destroy my marriage and turn me into something I am not burned within me even as I sped up over the mountain just inside the Virginia border. The pressure to turn my back on Julie, a woman who gave up everything familiar to her twenty-one and a half years ago to follow me six hundred miles to Pennsylvania was eating at me. So did the thought of the six fruitless years we spent in Michigan where I tried to establish a different career. Then came a year living in parents’ homes where we were both unemployed most of the time. Then finally, it was on to North Carolina where Julie has patiently supported me through a lengthy and expensive process of building a career as a freelance writer and novelist, to give me the opportunity to do what I do best. It’s where I walked with her through the valley of breast cancer. And it’s where she has faithfully toughed it out alone for a good part of the past three years while I’ve shuttled back and forth between her and my parents’ home, partly to care for them, and partly to get away from the evil down there to let God deal with it. My rage and bitterness made me lean on my gas pedal harder, until the Carroll County Police car came up behind me with its lights flashing.

Other than Jesus Himself, Lieutenant Lyons became the best friend I could have had out there on I-77. Even as he wrote up my ticket, God’s Spirit was telling me, “Relax and rest in me, Brian. While you’ll have to pay a speeding fine, I will make your enemies pay for the evil they’ve done to you.” Thanks to the traffic stop, I was reminded that “the wrath of man does not produce the righteousness of God” (James 1:20, NKJV). I could leave my enemies in God’s hands that day and concentrate on driving safely the rest of the day to my parents’ home that night. So, out of gratitude to Lieutenant Lyons for being God’s intervention in a difficult and dark hour of my life, I will gladly pay the speeding fine to Carroll County, Virginia.