Help! I need somebody!
Help! Not just anybody!
Help! You know I need someone! Help!
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody’s help in any way,
But now these days are gone and I’m not so self-assured …
Help me if you can, I’m feeling down,
And I do appreciate you being ’round,
Help me get my feet back on the ground,
Won’t you please, please help me!
– The Beatles
What prompts my desperate cry for help? An article I read recently, as follows:
“The Obama administration wrote every public school district in the country Friday warning local administrators they have to let transgender students use bathrooms matching their gender identity.”
In an Obama directive issued on May 13, 2016, to public school systems across the country, the federal government told public schools “they must allow transgender students to use bathrooms that correspond with their gender identity rather than the gender listed on their birth certificate.”
The guidance signed by the Departments of Justice and Education officials “implicitly threatens non-compliant schools with lawsuits or the withdrawal of federal funding. When a school provides sex-segregated activities and facilities, transgender students must be allowed to participate in such activities and access such facilities consistent with their gender identity.”
In other words, if a transgender boy feels like a girl, he should not only be allowed access to the girls’ restroom, but be permitted to play on the girls’ basketball, volleyball, softball teams – and then shower with them; otherwise, the schools could lose government funding.
There has been an outcry and reaction from many parents about this. Being the father of three sons, I know exactly how I feel about it. But not having daughters, I had to guess, so I asked an intelligent business woman who is the mother of two girls and grandmother to four more to tell me exactly how she felt about it:
“I have two daughters and four granddaughters. If I EVER encountered a male sicko in the ‘female only’ public areas, I would go completely off the deep end. Just thinking about the possibility of it is more than my anger meter can manage. I would become a raging maniac and ‘to hell with the consequences.’ I mean, they’d have to find me, because it would be another Lorena Bobbitt situation in about five seconds. It would not be pretty.
“If I had young children today who were school age, there is not a way in this world I would ever leave them unattended in a dressing room or a public bathroom facility … or tolerate this ruling. Are you kidding me?! So, I guess that would leave me with only one option … coming against the system (including our illustrious president, whose name I can’t even stomach to mention in reply to your question) that threatens the morality, safety, innocence, vulnerability and mental health of my girls!
As it is, back in the ’80s, I had to tackle the school board and a particular literature teacher (‘literature,’ yeah, right) in our hometown because of a vile, nasty, gutter-level book that they demanded our ninth-grade daughter read. It was so low that I nearly went nuts. And I was shocked at how many mothers called to tell me they agreed with me and were equally upset; yet, not one other showed up with me to protest this invasion of our daughters’ minds and souls. (Even today I cannot think of that experience without feeling that same threatened invasion, and rape, of her mind and heart.)
“If mothers have no more guts than to let this happen to their daughters – who will then let this happen to their daughters – then God in heaven help us, because depravity like this is nothing short of fiendish. And let me just give you the definition of ‘fiend,’ if I may: a diabolically cruel or wicked person.
Ben, I can hardly even have this conversation because it is so vile at its core that there are not words to do it justice. Women are vulnerable. Period. And they’re not taught to be aware of their surroundings. Worse than that, young girls are utterly without protection, except what is provided by those who are responsible for them. They are not expecting evil people to be lurking around the corner. They trust everyone. They have no real concept of what a wicked heart is and what it is capable of, which is precisely why so many young females are violated, if not murdered, day after day, from sun up to sun down. All I can do is thank God every day of my life I am not raising children today. I’d probably already be in jail.”
Hmm, I wonder how she really feels.