I’ll believe what I want: And Phil Robertson can too.

When I write posts on this blog I avoid any talk about homosexuality.

I just don’t go there. You might think it’s because I’m Mormon. Or because I’m so passionate about it that I might just blow up and scribble hate speech all over the page. Not so.

The reason is actually because I have dear friends–and family–who are gay. And I love them. They’re some of the best people I know for darn sure.

But then, a situation arose that I just couldn’t brush aside. Phil Robertson was suspended from the show “Duck Dynasty” by A&E for expressing his opinion–and distaste– about homosexuality. You can read the interview here.

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Was his opinion blunt? Sure. Was it a little coarse? Uh…yeah. Not the way I would have worded it, or you probably would have. But have you SEEN the show? It’s not exactly a walk through the daisies. These are rough-around-the-edges hunting men with their feet in swamps and their chins in dirty beards and their mouths running with witty off-the-wall comments. That’s the point of the entire show and it reflects the kind of people they are. But all of that bluntness, coarseness, and red-neckedness aside– it was his OPINION. And the last time I checked, our constitution protects that right. Right…?

As a Mormon journalist in Seattle I confront gay rights and gay movements ALL the time. I’ve written stories about it, I’ve walked right past parades in the city, I’ve sat next to people who LIVE the lifestyle. And I often get asked if it’s difficult to work in that kind of environment or face issues like that or interact with people like that who are so different than me. And the truth is, it’s not.

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As a Mormon–actually I’ll go as far as saying as a Christian, since Phil and I have that in common–we’re called to stand true to our beliefs all while holding fast to the belief that we’re called to love. I love my gay friends for who they are–and in return, they love me for who I am. It doesn’t mean we agree on everything.

No, I don’t agree with homosexuality. There, I said it. But you could have guessed that from my religion.

Just like Phil expressed, I don’t personally feel that the practice of homosexuality is right or that it’s obedient to God’s laws. But having said that, I DO agree that everyone has rights to live in the ways in which they feel is right, even if that’s different than me. I may not agree with them, but I’ll love them. Because that’s what Christ would do.

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And just as I have the obligation to love and accept and give freedom to those who practice or agree with homosexuality–THEY have the obligation to afford that to me as well. I have the right, protected by this great country, to practice any religion I want and believe what I want and express whatever I want to say. If you get that right–then so do I. And so does Phil. Even if he does say it in a blunt kind of way or “hurts feelings”–it doesn’t matter. It’s his right to speak about what he believes–and he hasn’t committed any kind of hate crime while doing it.

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I’m tired of living in a society where it’s protected to speak out about gay rights and it’s socially acceptable to march in the streets with flags and voices raised in unison about marriage equality–but it isn’t acceptable to talk about God at work or to express a view contradictory to a politically correct stance or to say “Merry Christmas” because– Heaven forbid–the phrase has Christ’s name in it.

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Our country was built upon long-standing principles that protect you just as much as they protect me. If you’re Buddhist or Christian or Mormon or Athiest…if you’re supportive of the principle of homosexuality or you’re personally against it…if you’re pro-choice or pro-life…if you have a strong opinion about everything or little to no opinion at all–our constitution says you’re protected. Since when did that get so forgotten and smeared and erased that our people have become silenced?

That doesn’t sound like my country anymore.

Is it really land of the free and home of the brave…or land of the oppressed and home of the politically correct?

The girl with the Dora shirt: Lesson from a child

Today was a day spent in court.

Boring, you might think. And you’d be right most of the time.

But today was a little bit different. I was there helping to cover the David Pietz trial–a huge murder mystery story around my neck of the woods. So naturally, I was super excited. It takes someone a little wacky in the head to think it’s exciting sitting close to an alleged murderer, your heavy camera your only defense *Oh, and those big guards of course*. But that’s me. I kind of live for that.

But this trial was different than the ones I’m used to. I’m used to covering DUI cases, vehicular assault trials, or domestic abuse. But this was murder, set right smack in the middle of downtown Seattle. Nothing screams, “You might be murdered too!” like downtown at the courthouse does.

As soon as our news van drove up the photographer who came with me told me to stick by him because it’s a “sketchy” part of town. And wasn’t that the truth.


We weaved through a park that was the scene of a stabbing just day ago. It was littered with pigeons that pecked at old garbage bags and we had to step around people sleeping in dirty blankets. As we passed, several people seemed to think out loud, their words not necessarily warranting any response.

“Oh, it’s a lady from the news” one said. “She’s pretty. But I don’t want her to film me!” another one said after that.

The photographer told me to just keep my eyes forward and keep walking. He made a comment to me about how he wonders about everyone’s stories here. I wondered the same thing. How did they end up here? How would they get out?

I got settled right outside of the courtroom inside, tapping out notes and keeping an eye on the monitor that streamed the live feed from our cameras propped up at the back of the courtroom. People approached me often, asking questions, wandering the halls like they were lost. Some of the people just came there, I think, to have a warm place to sit for awhile. But I kept my eyes down, focusing on the trial.

And then David, the suspect, came out. Handcuffed and wearing a dapper gray suit and sporting gelled hair, his eyes found me at once and it chilled me to look back. But it was also kind of one of those things where you’re so curious what you’ll find there so you can’t look away. And oddly enough, the thing that chilled me the most is the fact that I thought I’d see this sneering, ugly monster. But I didn’t. I finally tore my gaze away and looked back at my notes.

Finally they called a recess and I found myself at the nearest McDonald’s *I know, such a healthy choice* and while I was in line I right away noticed a homeless man right in front of me. His skin was dark gray from dirt and days of sleeping outside, and his hands trembled when he fumbled for the few loose dollar bills he pulled out from his jacket pocket. In front of him, there was a little girl. A cute little Chinese girl with concerned eyes, black hair drawn into two little pony-tails, Dora smiling on her pink shirt. She held her mother’s hand but her eyes were focused intently on the man.


I watched her, suddenly interested in how this little girl had no fear. No judgment. She just looked like she was worried. Finally, interrupting my thoughts, she said quietly, “Are you okay?”

The man nodded. He even smiled. And she smiled back. Then, turning back to her mom, as if satisfied, the scene ended just like that.

I thought back to everyone I’d seen today. An alleged murderer flanked by police officers, homeless people resting against a broken fountain in the park– even a few wanderers in the courthouse who paced back and forth past my workstation curiously.

Many of us don’t focus on the people in these situations in life. We sometimes keep our eyes forward when someone begs on the street corner, pretending not to see the sign they’re holding. We often act like we don’t hear beggars because we’re scared, disgusted, embarrassed, or just don’t want to start anything.

It’s good to take those precautions to stay safe. I know very well, from a close call earlier this year, that the first thing you should always consider is your immediate well-being.

But that little girl at McDonald’s had something right. She didn’t have any pre-conceived notions about that man with a dirty beard and trembling hands. She wouldn’t have had any pre-conceived notions about anybody I saw that day. She was filled with compassion and tender concern. She wondered out loud about his story, in a sense.

I’m going to remember that little girl with the Dora shirt forever probably. And I wanted to share what she did today.

Because it’s a lesson for all of us.

Everyone deserves to be seen.