I snagged this from the Adversa--I mean, the Advocate a few minutes ago off Twitter. I've heard these claims made before--if you're Mormon or think you may even ID as Mormon, have Mormon friends, family members, or like Mormons you may need to leave.
Mormons Are the New Black?
By Christopher Mangum
In a speech at Brigham Young University–Idaho on Tuesday, Elder Dallin H. Oaks suggested that Mormons are facing the same type of intimidation that Southern blacks had to endure from Reconstruction to the passage of the Voting Rights Act in 1965.
Wow no. First off, your church is racist. Next, your church is homophobic *coughcalifornia* Why do white folks just love appropriating the struggles of people of color--struggles they probably caused in the first place? It gets worse:
Mormon temples and wards have been the site of protests following the church’s support and fund-raising for the passage of Proposition 8 in California.
“These incidents of 'violence and intimidation' are not so much anti-religious as anti-democratic," said Oaks, reports The New York Times.
You know what's anti-democratic? Taking away a group's right to marry. Just sayin'.
"In their effect they are like well-known and widely condemned voter-intimidation of blacks in the South that produced corrective federal civil-rights legislation."
...how...what? Are you serious? They're not taking away your rights, you took away theirs! You're the oppressors!
Oaks, a former Utah supreme court justice, is currently a member of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles, a governing body that is second only to the First Presidency in the church’s hierarchy.
Marc Solomon, marriage director for Equality California, an organization that fought to preserve same-sex marriage in the Golden State, believes that the analogy is offensive.
Thanks. Take it away, Marc:
"Blacks were lynched and beaten and denied the right to vote by their government," said Solomon, according to the Associated Press. "To compare that to criticism of Mormon leaders for encouraging people to give vast amounts of money to take away rights of a small minority group is illogical and deeply offensive."
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