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A View from the Front

It’s Lonely, the Left Eats Its Own, & the Right Is Banking on a Deus Ex Machina

On Sunday, yet another person grabbed my arm on the way out of the sanctuary, hugged me and whispered, “I’m watching you online and cheering for you behind the scenes. Thank you for all you’re doing!”

I didn’t even remember that this person was a Facebook friend. Not once has a comment or Like-emoji appeared from that account on any of my gender-related posts, which regularly draw snarls—and occasionally rape and death threats—from the transgender-rights battalions.

If I had a dollar for every person who told me they’re rooting for me, but that they can’t speak up because yadda, yadda, yadda

I get it. People are scared. Everyone is well aware that they’ll be socially, financially, and politically canceled if they go public with their opinions. The kids of gender-critical activists hear things like, “Why is your mother such a hateful bigot?”[1] and “You should know that there are people in this town who want to kill your mom.”[2] Team trans has done a bang-up job bullying the world into submission, while insisting that they’re the most oppressed and marginalized group on the planet.

This is one reason why I believe that the transgender-rights activists are winning: The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men and women do nothing.

There’s another problem on the front lines, however: the progressives/liberals/Democrats who are gender-critical seem to spend as much time fighting each other as they do fighting transgender ideology. Over the last few weeks, a knock-down-drag-out bru-ha-ha played out on the left side of the trenches. Alliances shifted from one moment to the next as he-said-she-said comments peppered social media, and bloggers and vloggers posted diatribes for and against each other. One youtuber uploaded videos singing the praises of a certain group’s work, then days later got mad at one of the group’s board members and deleted the videos in retaliation.

I asked an older, more experienced activist: “As Christians, we have biblical guidance about dealing with contention. But what do non-Christians do when they disagree?”

“They peck at each other constantly, like hens in a barnyard,” she told me.