An open letter to Fred Phelps
There are so many reasons to dislike you and people of your ilk, Mr. Phelps. Your church and your followers have brought mental pain and anguish to so many. Your brand of hatred and bigotry has caused harm to even more people. It’s hard to imagine that you share a common DNA or human ancestry with myself and others. And now Huffington Post is reporting that you are ironically on your deathbed.
I have no idea who will show up at your funeral. One could only assume the people who loved you or at the very least agreed with you shall be there to mourn you.
I don’t wish to sit here and hate you. The Christian thing to do would be to wish God’s mercy upon your addled soul. On the other hand, I am not a Christian. Should I waste my precious pity on a man whose moral compass never found true north? Should I care about a person who had vile and perverted beliefs that would appall Jesus himself?
It’s not the man Fred Phelps I feel pity for, it’s the people who wish to carry Phelps’ legacy of bigotry and suffering. While terrestrial worms and maggots eat away at Phelps’ decrepit carcass, someone will try to pick up the torch of hatred Phelps carried in his heart. A fool dies and the foolish are always ready to follow.
As you rot inside the Earth, we will have to clean up your mess. So many of us have and will continue to fight for our homosexual brothers and sisters. We will fight for the oppressed. We will fight for the poor. We will speak truth to the powerless and empower them all.
You may ask why we would fight for those whom are weak and powerless. The answer is actually written in that Holy Bible you carry around. If you had bothered to read it you would see Jesus affiliating with murderers, thieves, hookers, homosexuals, the sick, the starving, and so on. Then again, I am just a heathen, sir — what do I know about the life of Christ?
Then again, as given by the evidence of your lifetime’s legacy, what did you know about the life of Christ? I would say you knew neither about the life of Christ nor anything about love.
Love will be the reason why my side will win, Mr. Phelps. And the first thing I would urge anyone reading this to do is that which you were incapable of — loving and forgiving you and others.