I do think that I’m right and you’re wrong, but I also realise that that’s me saying it, so what else would one expect?
I am aware that regardless of whether or not your truth corresponds with reality, your truth is as important to you as mine is to me. I therefore sympathise with your cause despite me thinking that it’s misguided and I feel for you when your goals are not met, even though I consider them to be destructive.
You sometimes hate me, but you feel that you have to. I love you and I sometimes love your hate. I am the one undermining your very values and your very beliefs. I am the one who keeps on telling you that you’re wrong. I have the hate coming.
I really don’t like how you treat those with whom you disagree and those whose lifestyle choices are different to yours, but boy do I understand you! I sympathise with your anguish as you see the world spiralling into what you consider immorality and spiritual destruction.
I don’t share your view and unlike you I like the liberal direction in which the wind is blowing. What you consider promiscuous, immoral and fornicatious, I consider romantic, loving and bonding. But I know that you are not comfortable. I know that what we are doing deeply troubles you and I sympathise.
Freedom of belief and consciousness is something that I will never deny to anyone, so I must accept the sentiments that your beliefs arouse in you. I hope that you can understand that when your feelings are hurt by my actions it is not you whom I want to hurt, but it is a cause that I’m fighting for. Just like you, I have values too and when they clash one of us will get hurt.
I really regret that this is how it has to be, but I must be frank with you: I consider some of your actions to be highly objectionable and harmful. I know that you have no bad intentions, but when you deny people the most meaningful and natural of pleasures I am bound to take up arms against you.
How am I meant to feel when I see you encouraging sexual repression? You try to get young men and women to abstain from physical contact with each other; you build up in them an unhealthy relationship with their sexuality; you won’t let them masturbate. You consider this moral, but to me it’s just cruel.
I understand where you’re coming from though. I know that you genuinely believe that this is good and noble and I know that it is important to you. Nevertheless, I will fight these ideas. In this battle of ideas one of us will be hurt. Badly. But we both need to fight on with conviction. I will continue to fight for progressiveness and liberalism and you continue to fight for conservatism and scriptural morality.
I sympathise with you and I know that you are fighting for an important cause, but I ask of you to remember that I’m fighting for an important cause too. True that only one of us will survive; true that I might need to kill you on the battle field; but we’re both fighting for a just cause and we’re both driven by conviction, passion and love.
One final point, my dear: when I call you a racist, sexist, homophobic, or islamaphobic, please don’t take offense and keep in mind that I’m not judging you. I give you these titles because they accurately describe your views and labelling you as the enemy makes it easier for us to fight you, but that’s it; there’s nothing more to it. I still think that you’re a lovely human being and I still value your strongly held sentiments.
You’re a bigot, no doubt about that, but you and your beliefs are still special and precious and there’s no need for you to feel down or apologetic because of who you are. I do want to exterminate your values, but not because I don’t value them, but because I think that they are harmful for humanity.
Send my love to your friends in the conservative community. See you on the battlefield,