Local priest-flatterers assembled this evening at Edina's
Our Lady of Grace to hear
Archbishop John Nienstedt and St. Thomas Law
Prof. Teresa Collett speak on
Culture of Marriage and Family Life.
An obsequious youngish man starts the evening's event, telling the two hundred assembled of the ecclesiast's various splendors. Our society's current degraded state--we learn at the lad's knee--has its root in the 1965 judicial abomination
Griswold v. Connecticut, which inserted a loony-left 'right to privacy' into Constitutional interpretation while it (also obnoxiously) prevented states from banning the sale of contraceptives. He segues forth to bemoan Roe v. Wade,
natch.
Catholics unenthused for a return to 1964 are assumed not to exist--as the toady reveals we won't be allowed to address questions to the august guest using mere vocal chords; we must write them on index cards and hand them in for his review.
Passive aggression here has its immaculately deniable aspect. We're all
livid this evening that the Pill's legal. We laugh politely at the robed one's unfunniest witticism-placeholders.
At the lectern, Nienstedt is elevated two feet or so; he
reads his address as an assistant mans PowerPoint's one-button intricacy. He runs us through the standard hell-in-a-handbasket prattle, replete with unsourced statistical claims; he urges us to sign the
Manhattan Declaration. His reading voice doesn't bother me except when he says
spouze and twice evinces belief that
presently means 'now'.
When his parents celebrated their sixtieth anniversary, his mother is asked 'How did you do it?' Nienstedt quotes her responding 'We live the commitment every day'--an oddly
New Age phrasing for a woman who gave birth on March 18, 1947--to my ear.
We're urged to read
Robert George's
The Meaning of Marriage: Family, State, Market, And Morals.
Maggie Gallagher receives multiple props. Families must attend Mass
together and 'nothing short of sickness or death' ought to stop it. Deviant sex:
Nyet. (If you don't like it, rough.) Non-married adults get in the way of societal perfection, I sense; biological children are preferred to foundlings. Channeling again--the multiply-divorced represent a rebuke to the marital ideal and should be icily tolerated.
After his grave keynote, Nienstedt responds to a few questions. As usual at such events, one of the dimmer (though fervently hidebound) questioners is puzzled by the double-talk: Why don't you just come out and say
Vote Republican? The archbishop wistfully notes that back when
the Catholic Church got involved in politics 'decades ago', things didn't work out all that well. (
Do you think?) It's unnecessary for Nienstedt to speak explicitly--instructing you to vote for this candidate or that--because 'people can connect the dots,' he says.
Wink.
To address a crowd with a controversial set of viewpoints--roundly rejected even by majorities
of Catholics, without allowing any alternative views; to
read one's entire 40-minute lecture, to refuse face-to-face challenges, to silently leave midway within the evening's program, simply because one is no longer on stage: We expect such comportment from Catholic untouchables. It's another thing entirely for a secular
intellectual to uncritically wallow in this rigged venue.
Enter St. Thomas law
Prof. Teresa Collett--
a passionate advocate for the protection of human life and the family according to her own web page. (I will one day oppose these ideals--after I've
destroyed Christmas Ed.) She begins with a quotation on 'authentic democracy' and ends with one by Martin Luther King, sidestepping the Church's centuries-long opposition to democracy
and manumission. Collett--prim and annoying, with Oklahoman brogue--repeatedly suggests the Founders wanted us to be highly religious. (They generally didn't, of course, but who cares?)
Most of the crowd perseveres. When our speaker informs us of
NFP's near-perfect reliability, I mentally toast
the Curries. She praises marriage because it 'increases the likelihood that children will have high-status jobs'. For real.
Happy to confirm every lurid cliché concerning her fellow intellectuals, Collett goes through a long series of legal travesties, describing each dispute with farcical one-sidedness, throwing in a 'witty' political jab now and again--masquerading as our informant from within the intelligentsia. Mentioning China's one-child policy, she suggests
our eggheads are this very moment planning its imposition
in America. She caricatures an imagined liberal state legislator snidely asking her how legalizing gay marriage will harm her own.
The goal is not just the elimination of
abortion, we again learn--we must end
contraception.
Collett's favorite rhetorical move is in placing her audience on the side of African Americans in opposition to the liberal whackjobs who seek to equate gay equality with
racial fairness. Black plaintiffs are frequently identified by race ('A beautiful African American woman' etc.). The crowd can't get enough, then do--then we drive off into the night's fluffy, powder-dry snowfall.