Your Letters

19721001-02Please note that any letters received by us at Gay News are liable to be published unless you state otherwise.

 

First Class Male

Dear Gay News,

I am writing this short note to gay brothers and sisters everywhere, with small hope of change.

I am simply fucking fed up with being classed as a screaming queen. First of all, let me explain the cause of this letter. It is simply to say the queens who prance about, drag up, and fucking let down the gay side of life when they go to those stupid GLF marches ought to be shot. If only they would stop to think what a bloody fool they are making of themselves it might change their attitude.

Please don’t get me wrong, I am gay and jolly well proud of it. I am, needless to say, the normal gay. Get that folks, normals I dress normal, go to gay pubs and clubs etc, but I feel so ashamed when I see some of the pranks those queens get up to. So come on all you normal gays, there must be thousands around, put ink to paper and write to Gay News.

Isn’t there some sort of club or organisation we could all join apart from GLF etc. I do apologise if I have caused any ill feelings, but once again I got fed up with being classed as the queens who attend marches!!

Philip

PS These GLF marches etc are the only side of the gay life the public sees and we’ve got to be bloody well classed with them. Bloody cheek, if you ask me!!
PPS Gay News is great. Keep up the great work.

 

‘Go On Boys, Don’t Mind Me’

Dear Collective,
Michael Kaye’s little piece on ‘Coming Out’ (GN No 6) reminds me of an experience about ten years ago, when I was still a good little civil servant, I got into the Cheltenham train at Paddington one evening and found an empty compartment, in which I was joined by two railwaymen, evidently just off duty and still in their working gear. They were both nice-looking well-built chaps in their thirties, and I was struck by their rather pre-occupied manner. As the train neared Reading I became aware of the extreme intensity of the silence in our compartment and glanced up from my newspaper to see that they were both leaning forward with their knees wide apart, their elbows resting on their knees, and their hands clasped in front of them. (They were sitting side by side and I was sitting directly opposite them.) The right knee of the one was very firmly laid against the other’s left.

I was immediately paralysed with embarrassment.

I longed to say, ‘Go on boys, don’t mind me!’ but couldn’t have spoken to save my life. I thought of myself as they must have seen me, a very proper Establishment figure in my trilby and city overcoat, looming over them. I thought of moving to the other end of the compartment, to give them more privacy, but I felt I couldn’t do so without their interpreting my action as one of disgust. Instead, I buried my head in my newspaper, hoping that if I could be out of sight to them, I might also become out of mind. This lasted till Swindon, where they got out. As they stood up, one of them looked down at me over the top of my paper with an expression of mingled grief and hatred that I have never forgotten. Perhaps this was the first and last time in their lives that they could be together, and by my presence I had spoilt it for them.

Well now, boys and girls, the moral of this little anecdote is as follows: that respectable citizen who seem momentarily such a blot on you and your lover’s landscape — give him the benefit of the doubt. He may be really on your side. He may be rejoicing in your mutual happiness and anxious to encourage you, but too shy to say so, too scared of seeming intrusive.

On the other hand, of course, he may not!

J. D. Blount

 

NO POLITICS

Dear Gay News,

The piece on Hoover (Friends in High Places, No. 6) turned me up!

Are we expected to forgive this man for hounding hundreds of decent Americans because he laid off a few gays? This is “Fuck you. Jack, I’m all right” with a vengeance.

Can anyone work out similar pleas for Hitler?

Of course GN should be open to many points of view, but we keep hearing “no politics!”

In heaven’s name, why? However much we shout, the age of consent won’t be lowered or the Act extended to Scotland till Parliament amends the law.

And the police are “politics” too!

Ed.

More Letters on Page 6

Gays in High Places

A Response

Your piece on J. Edgar Hoover in GN No 6, was “reprinted with love”. That seems pretty insulting to any readers except top-drawer lovers protected by wealth, penthouses, friends in high places, and Novaesque conformity. Maybe your readers are mostly like that or wishing they were. Maybe they’re concerned only to clamber over one another’s backsides clear of the exploitation by job-managers, home-managers, school-managers and leisure-managers. Maybe they think that with a few more pushes from CHE and Gay News they can emerge hand in hand with Mr Rite into the sunny world of love and dishes, spiced with bitching and cocktails, oppressed by no-one but themselves.

J. Edgar Hoover, like many other people, politicians, writers, as well as pigs, made a career out of the great American nightmare – reds under the bed – that unholy alliance of evil-doers comprising kidnappers of millionaires’ sons, scientists who sold atom-secrets to the wrong customer this year, diplomats who thawed the cold war, factory militants who hampered the dealing of big corporations and big labour-contracting “trade unions”, teachers and writers who muddied the washed brains of the young, anyone who threatened to cut the bonds of fear and shame by which Hoover and corporate America held their victims. Update the list to your own taste.

Of course Hoover didn’t shit on fags. He didn’t need to as long as everyone else was (and still is) doing it for him. As your article says, communists were “vehement in their persecution of homosexuals”. Hoover could sit there pulling the strings of his protection racket, he himself protected by the brainwash that keeps all that energy fighting itself rather than uniting against the real enemy. Keep the commies shitting on the fags, and the fags on the commies, with little handbooks (separate editions) on how to recognise a trouble-maker. (What do you hear about Gay Lib in the Wardour Street Clubs?) Gay Lib, like Women’s Lib, had its origins in political activists who became aware that the oppression they were fighting was also happening right there inside their own movements. That awareness was a big step forward. The “unholy alliance” was beginning to be transformed from a much-plugged myth into something real and creative.

Hoover “never used his files against a gay brother … never did wrong to a fellow homosexual”! This conjures up the absurd image of thousands of lefties feeling the FBI’s hot breath on their necks, hurriedly building up a dossier for faggotry, and just scraping into sanctuary before the agent’s grope closed.

Our police are very liberal – each has his special friends – XX is a nigger-lover, YY’s for shop-stewards and ZZ has a soft spot for women or gays. Whenever the call of duty conflicts with personal feelings they always swap duties.

So J. Edgar never nailed anyone for homosexuality. That makes him top commissar of all those bosses of our homes, schools and jobs who never let themselves get nailed for nailing a gay. After all if they want to get you there’s usually something else to get you for. What do you think rules are for? So toe the line brother, or fuck off to crawl through the arsehole of some other boss brother. The shade of J. Edgar Hoover is waiting for you.

Friends in High Places

19720901-05John Edgar “Mother” Hoover is dead at 77. Although Mother was much maligned in recent years by radicals — both Gay and straight — Hoover will probably be remembered in history as one of the great heroes of Gay history.

His critics said he was a master of the queenly arts; that he maintained his power by cunning conivery; that he was a master of deceit, that he used his dossiers on the sex lives of politicians to get his way. All of these techniques are the skills of the old-time queen; the things that queens had to do to survive in a hostile world.

In spite of his right wing political views, in spite of his practice of using his sex files against his enemies, not once in his 48 years in office did he use his files against a Gay brother. Undoubtedly, his files had the dope on many secret homosexuals in high and low places, but to Hoover, this secret was a confidence, a holy trust which he never betrayed.

During the McCarthy-Nixon anti-homosexual witchhunts, Hoover refused to turn over his vast files on homosexual employees to the Unamerican Activities Committee.

When McCarthy and Nixon equated homosexuals with communists. Hoover wrote a best selling book, “The Masters of Deceit”, in which he said that while communism is a conspirital political movement, it has no connection with homosexuality, and, in fact, communists are vehement in their persecution of homosexuals.

When President Johnson’s chief aid, Walter Jenkins, was arrested for sucking cocks in the YMCA toilet, Hoover sent Jenkins a bouquet of roses. Hoover and Jenkins had been close friends for many years. When Hoover was summoned to court to explain why he gave a top security clearance to a man with a long record of arrests for homosexuality. Hoover told them it was none of their business, and refused to turn over his file on Jenkins.

The evil things they say about the viciousness and treachery of Hoover may be true, but he didn’t cooperate in the purges and persecution of homosexuals. In fact, Hoover often used the prestige and power of his office to protect homosexuals from the witchhunters.

Some radicals used to start of discussions of the F.B.I. by saying “Did you know the director is a fag?”. Gay Liberationists often used Hoover as the horrible example of the closet queen. But Hoover could not come-out as a self-declared homosexual. To have done so would have destroyed his effectiveness.

Hoover is survived by Clyde Tolson, his constant companion during the last 44 years of his life. Tolson, now 70 years old, was very close to Hoover. The two bachelors lunched and dined together almost every day and had dinner together in Tolson’s home the night Hoover died. Every day. Hoover would pick up Tolson on his way to work, and drop him off again after dinner in the evening. They spent their vacations together. They worked together in the same office.

Hoover left his entire estate of $551,000 to Tolson, who now lives alone in Hoover’s $100,000 antique filled mansion in Washington D.C.

Most Gays are still hostile to Hoover because of his conservative political views, but in time, Hoover may come to be recognised as the great benefactor of the Gay Community, a man who was loyal to his friends, and never did wrong to a fellow homosexual. The status of homosexuals in America today would be a lot worse than it is were it not for the protecting hand of Hoover.

The story of the 44 years of mutual love and devotion between Edgar and Clyde may become a classic story of Gay love, and rank with the stories of David and Jonathan and Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas.

Reprinted with love from the Bay Area Reporter (BAR), May 31, 1972.