Okay, so a lot of people have been asking me my opinion of Tom McMaster, the pudgy American peace activist from Georgia who recently came clean as the author of “A Gay Girl in Damascus”.
“Gay Girl” is an influential blog purportedly written by Amina Araf, a Syrian-American lesbian living in Damascus. “Araf” has been a witness to the ongoing turmoil in Syria, the latest chaper in the “Arab Spring” takeover of the Middle East by the Muslim Brotherhood and related groups.
Rather suprisingly, “Amina” is a big fan of toppling secular dictatorships in favor of Islamic supremacist dictatorships. “Amina” apparently doesn’t think that three years in a Syrian prison is a harsh enough punishment for homosexual relations. That’s the current penalty in Syria. She wants the Muslim Brotherhood to impose execution as the penalty for lesbianism.
Normally, I would be against the death penalty for gays, BUT–and there’s a big but here–I make an excpetion for repressive Muslim regimes. The truth is that I really just hate Mormons, Catholics, Evangelicals, and other people of other religions that don’t prescribe death for me.
Muslims, on the other hand, seem kind of oppressed. That’s why I joined Queers Undermining Israeli Terrorism (QUIT!). See the blogroll at right for more info. You may have heard of this organization. They used to call themselves Queers for Palestine. QUIT! told me that once the Muslims liberated Palestine “from the Jordan to the sea” that they would indulge gay pride parades through Jerusalem. And I believe them. Obviouly, homosexuals are better off in Muslim countries than we are in an apartheid state like Israel.
Muslims seem like downtrodden victims just like me. Don’t get me wrong; on the heirarchy of victimhood, theirs is not equal to ours. Homosexuals are the ULTIMATE victim group. No one else even comes close. That being said, I still get a dirty feeling inside every time I breathe a word of criticism of Islam, as if I am some kind of bigot. The last thing I want to be called is an Islamophobe, so I tend to keep quiet about Muslims killing pickle-smoochers like me.
But back to McMaster, the pasty white Yank living in Scotland who managed to fool the world into thinking he was a Syrian lesbian. I must say, he might have gone a little overboard when he wrote that post about “Amina” being kidnapped by Syrian police. It seems a little hokey. But other than that, BRAVO! Way to go!
I don’t blame McMaster at all for the lies he told on his blog. In fact, I hardly even consider it lying. Neither does McMaster, as he explained:
While the narrative voice may have been fictional, the facts on this blog are true and not misleading as to the situation on the ground. I do not believe that I have harmed anyone — I feel that I have created an important voice for issues that I feel strongly about.
Telling untruths for a good cause isn’t really lying at all when you think about it. Recall the great fibbers of our time–Rigoberta Menchu, for example, won the Nobel Prize for fabricating some bullshit story about the oppressed indigenous peoples of Guatamala. Good for her. Her pack of lies did a lot of good for the burgeoning communist revolutions in her part of the world, so I commend her for it. Al Hubbard, the notable founder of Vietnam Veterans Against the War, was not actually a Vietnam veteran and lied about being an officer. Right on, brotha! Gay mental patient Rick Duncan claimed that he graduated from Annapolis, that he was a decorated combat Marine, and that he had been at the Pentagon on 9/11. He also said that everyone in his unit knew he was gay and they were all cool with it. Actually, he’d never served a day in his life, but who cares?
Can you really blame any of these people? Can you condemn their “lies”? I didn’t think so.
I used to do something very similar during the DADT debate. It was ingenious. I used to surf around to all the military blogs and pretend I was an old gay veteran who had served fifteen back-to-back tours as a green beret in Afghanistan and Iraq. I even threw in some military jargon I learned from watching Full Metal Jacket just to sound more believable! My little misinformation campaign worked like a charm. Anybody can claim to be whoever they want on the internet and no one knows the difference. But, believe me, I really changed some hearts and minds when I told them everyone in my unit knew I was a cocksmuggler and nobody cared. It’s good to repeat that over and over again. Also, it helps to tell people that queer soldiers are smarter, tougher, wiser, and kinder than heteros. All the best soldiers are gay.
Telling lies to advance the gay agenda is downright admirable. I do it all the time. So, in the end, if the gay girl in Damascus was actually a chubby, life-long college student from Atlanta, I don’t think it really matters much. He told someone’s story, if not his own. And we’re all better off because he did.