September is "Pagan Pride" Month and we're coming up on "Pagan Pride" week here in DC. I've been thinking today about the whole concept of the need for "Pride" week. Obviously, the Episcopalians and the Baptists don't feel the need for a "pride" week. White people don't need a "White History" month and men don't need "Men's History" month. Needing to have "pride" month is a sign of being a minority religion, one that is shunned and ridiculed by others.
And, that's us!
Paganism may or may not be one of the fastest growing religions in America, but it sure is one of the most defensive. And we've got a lot to be defensive about. It's still almost impossible for journalists to write an article about Paganism that doesn't include, often at the behest of the Pagan being interviewed, a disavowal of Satinism or of eating xian babies or of some some other disfavored tactic. The catholic church has adopted an anti-Pagan rhetoric -- Love the Creator, Not Creation! -- and, Goddess knows, we're not raking in the "faith-based" dollars.
So I still think that "Pagan Pride" weeks are good things. And I am proud to be a Pagan.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."