The Left likes to talk about “censorship,” but the real question is, “Who gets to choose?”
Should the librarian have an absolute right to impose her personal views on the community, such that any disagreement with her constitutes “censorship”?
Should some gay activist living a thousand miles away get to decide what is on Wasilla’s shelves?
Or should the community, itself, decide on a process for accepting or rejecting books, based on some consensus on community standards?
If the majority of people Wasilla don’t want their little kids propagandized about how “normal” homosexuality is, shouldn’t that matter?
The truth is, I used to spend a lot of time at our public library when I was a kid. My parents would drop me off. But I wouldn’t turn my grandkids loose in any public library, now. The librarians’ “professional” association are Leftist propagandists. The librarians have to let street people in to hang out and look at pornography on the internet, if they want. It’s just another public institution that has been ruined.
Those two books — Heather Has Two Mommies and Daddy’s Roomate— are already there on the shelves of the library. This from another article about this non-issue.
yes, I used to spend hours alone in our small-twon public library as a child. No more; kids don’t belong there unattended.
In the public downtown library of the large city near me, for a while there was open pornography on the computers and really really creep filthy guys lined up every morning panting for the library to open. Kids were walking around in sight of hetero- and homosexual porn of the worst kind.
I objected to one of the librarians and she told me, with a rather haughty air, that it was a matter of ‘freedom of speech’.
Then the city newspaper got hold of it and did a big expose of the porn available to kids and creeps alike and all of a sudden -— no more porn allowed.
The creepy guys disappeared.
It still burns me. That librarian who was so sure it was a matter of ‘freedom of speech’ and gave me such a snotty attitude changed her feeble mind within days of the newspaper expose.
One of the few good things that liberal rag ever did.