The most traumatic experience of my many years in teaching was attending what is now known as the Fistgate Conference at Tufts University last March 25 .
I slouched into the auditorium and sat down among about 300 adults and 200 kids. Just sitting elbow-to-elbow with minors at what I first thought would be an adult-only conference was disconcerting. In all my decades of teaching, I had never before attended any education seminars where students were taught on the same level with veteran teachers. Even before the conference began, I sensed the importance of the adult-child mentorship that is so vital for the "gay agenda" to propagate its divisive and destructive doctrines into the core beliefs of the youth subculture.
The son of a Southern Baptist minister, Jennings preached with overt religious exhortations. I wondered how the hundreds of trusting parents who blindly sent their children into this den of government-funded iniquity would feel if they knew that the state was unabashedly retraining their children.
I flashed back to my notes of the June 30, 1993 press conference when a then unknown Jennings outlined his gay-youth vision and introduced the first 25 GLSEN "teacher trainers" to the public. They were christened by the Massachusetts Teachers Association and the Massachusetts Department of Education. Seven years ago he proclaimed: "The teacher training program we're announcing tonight is extremely ambitious...in terms of its scope in that it will reach every city, town, and village in Massachusetts....We hold these truths to be self-evident that all people are created equal...It's time our schools took these words to heart and made them a reality in the classroom, on the playing field and in the hallways. This training program rests on two essential assumptions. First, we must understand that homophobia prevents students from learning the way they should...Secondly, we must understand that serving gay and lesbian students is not optional..."
After Jenning's speech, I attended the first workshop (which was recorded by Scott Whiteman and reported in Massachusetts News). By lunchtime, I was too emotionally drained to converse with other participants. So I sat apart and silently observed these beautiful and profoundly confused young people. I speculated where their initial steps onto these wayward paths might eventually lead them on life's journey.
I took copious notes at two more workshops, then headed back to the auditorium for the finale performance. A disclaimer warned the audience that offensive language would be used in these original student monologues. However, I was not prepared to hear graphic details of their homosexual encounters, communicated in poetic, literary and comedic forms.
My journey into the secret depths of Fistgate was almost more than I could endure. Descending into this Demonic Dungeon of Darkness was bearable only because God's "still small voice" assured me that this institutionalized evil had to be exposed to the light of day.