Ol’ Maggie Court’s crazy ramblings a reminder that the LGBT collective still has plenty of work to do

Margaret Court says tennis “is full of lesbians.” As if that’s a bad thing.

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Moreover, ol’ Maggie informs us that there were a couple of devil lesbians on the professional tennis circuit back in her day and, get this, they would take young players to parties. Imagine that. Young women partying. With lesbians. The horrors.

Ol’ Maggie has been saying a whole lot of oddball things lately and, if we are to believe the preacher lady from the Land of Oz, civilization is caught in the grip of a global plot orchestrated by the gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender collective. Those pesky gays are stealing the minds of our children, don’t you know?

“That’s what Hitler did, that’s what communism did—got the mind of children,” she advises us. “And it’s a whole plot in our nation and in the nations of the world to get the minds of the children.”

Hmmm. Kind of reminds me of what the Roman Catholic Church tried to do to me when I was a sprig.

The nuns, when not whacking us on the knuckles with a yardstick, would regale us with far-out tales of fantasy gardens, poisonous fruit, hell fires, voodoo antics like turning the rib of a man into a woman and, best of all, talking snakes in a magical tree. Their stories were better than anything we watched on The Wonderful World of Disney. But apparently Margaret Court believes all the Bible-based, brainwashing blarney that my receptive mind was force-fed, and it’s quite clear that the great Australian tennis champion is convinced that gay and (especially) transgender people are the spawn of Satan.

“That’s all the devil,” she says of transgender kids.

Ol’ Maggie Court

Poor, ol’ Maggie. There’s just no escaping conniving gay men and (especially) lesbians. We’re always shoving ourselves in her face, so to speak. Why, it’s gotten so bad that she can’t even travel hither and yon on Qantas anymore because the airline’s CEO, Alan Joyce, is a gay man who, not surprisingly, promotes same-sex marriage, which is, in the world according to Maggie, “alternative, unhealthy, unnatural.” The right to wed is “not theirs to take.”

“I believe marriage as a union between a man and a woman as stated in the Bible,” she harrumphs.

Well, it’s about your Bible, Maggie: One person’s truth is another’s fiction.

The prune-faced preacher lady has been battered fore and aft for her Bible-thumping bleatings, which included a disapproving and extremely tacky tsk-tsking of Aussie tennis pro Casey Dellacqua and her partner Amanda Judd following the birth of the lesbian couple’s second child, a joyous event that Court greeted with “sadness” because the newborn has two mamas and zero papas.

I’d rather not join the Maggie-bashing chorus, though, because I think she’s unwittingly done the gay community a small favor.

The hell, you say. How can that be so?

Well, to be clear, I find her drawing a parallel between the LGBT collective and a mass murderer, Adolph Hitler, repugnant. It is not only offensive in the extreme, it shows she clearly has lost both the plot and the argument. She appears to be totally off her nut. But…I also think ol’ Maggie has provided us with a reminder, albeit appalling—at the top of Pride Month, no less—that we still have work to do. The fight for acceptance and equality continues. It has not been won. We must keep society’s feet to the fire.

I suppose we really shouldn’t care what comes out of this nutter’s mouth, but Court is a legendary sportswoman. No one has matched her two dozen tennis Grand Slam singles titles. One of the playing venues at the Australian Open in Melbourne is named in her honor (for now). And she is a pastor (the argument could be made that she’s more of a cult leader given that she created her own church, the Victory Life Centre in Perth). Thus, her voice carries some degree of heft. If not, the pushback from gay, transgender and, indeed, straight people against her homo/transphobic tripe wouldn’t be so robust.

I’ll just say this about that: Freedom of speech is a beautiful thing, but so is the freedom to shut the hell up. Ol’ Maggie might want to give that a try.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m stepping out to party with some lesbian tennis players.


Say “thank you” to our WW2 veterans while there’s still time

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What do you say to someone who bravely rushed on to the beaches of Normandy on June 6, 1944, knowing the thunder clap of German machine-gun bullets, mortar shelling and exploding land mines awaited?

You say thank you.

What do you say to someone who parachuted into France during the deepest dark of night, knowing he was now rat-trapped behind enemy lines?

You say thank you.

What do you say to someone who held a fallen comrade in his arms as life slowly seeped from his buddy’s war-torn body?

You say thank you.

What do you say to someone who spent Christmas in a prisoner-of-war camp, wondering what, if anything, was under the tree back home?

You say thank you.

Canadian troops land at Juno Beach, part of the D Day invasion at Normandy, France.

What do you say to someone who spent a rainy night in a sloppy, soggy foxhole, hoping that the morrow would bring less enemy fire and more hope for the end of war?

You say thank you.

What do you say to someone who watched her father, husband, brother or son march off to war, wondering if she’ll ever see them again? And, if she does, will he be in one piece?

You say thank you.

What do you say to someone who eagerly anticipated mail call, only to receive a Dear John letter from a wife or girlfriend who had abandoned him, yet he summoned up the inner strength to soldier on because there was a mad man named Adolph Hitler who had to be stopped?

You say thank you.

What do you say to someone who is left behind to raise the kids, work the farm and volunteer in the war effort because Johnny has gone off to war, then is told that her husband will be coming home in a box or has been buried in a foreign land thousands of miles away?

You say thank you.

What do you say to someone who spent 30 days in the isolation of a POW camp cooler because he tried to escape a Nazi stalag?

You say thank you.

What do you say to someone from the French Resistance who risked torture and life by aiding Allied soldiers caught behind enemy lines?

You say thank you.

ww2-2What do you say to someone who wasn’t allowed to fight the good fight on the front lines because of gender, but she joined the Allied effort by taking on factory jobs, clerical jobs, agricultural jobs and technical jobs when so many men marched off to war?

You say thank you.

What do you say to someone who was an angel of mercy for so many wounded and dying men who, more than anything, needed a soft smile, a kind word and a nurse’s tender touch to get them through another day, another night or to get them home?

You say thank you.

According to Veterans Affairs, of the more than one million Canadians and Newfoundlanders who served in World War 2, the number of living survivors is estimated at 75,900. Their average age is 91. There are another 9,100 from the Korean War, average age 83.

The sands of time have almost expired on these brave men and women, but it isn’t too late to do the right thing when you see one of them in uniform on Remembrance Day—you say thank you.