I went to a Planned Parenthood counter-protest. The other side had a priest hanging out with a bunch of asian men decked out in Berkeley gear. I don’t know who the priests are at Newman Hall anymore, but Father Peter was awesome and so is Father Dick and Father Al and they were (relatively) progressive. Once (in like 2002) Father Dick was banned forever from a Catholic conference because he said “sure, Mary Magdelene and Jesus didn’t have sex, but he took her to the prom. Maybe they necked a little” lol. Berkeley catholics are crazy mofos. Like me. The Newman community was where I first heard of the “radical fringe.” “The Catholic Church needs us,” we’d tell each other. “We’re the radical fringe. We’ll push them to change slowly.”
Anyway that was not the point of this story
Oh yeah. So I racked my brainz trying to come up with a way to sing an old favorite worship song (feels so weird to say that, it’s been years) back at them to discombobulate them. I wanted them to know that I was one of them and I could be a jesuslover and think that maybe women deserved healthcare at the same time.
I also came up with chanting “women priests now” at them. That got their attention but priestbro had left already (I was too polite in allowing other chants to happen haha). One of the women on the other side smiled and chanted it with me a few times. That was the best feeling. I wasn’t her enemy, then.