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Where are the adults?

"If I'm out of dress code, I'll get sent to the office for a change of clothes. If kids are dressed like furries, no one says a thing, even though they are way out of dress code."

I asked about the teachers. She said they don't, or won't, say anything to the furries.

A furry?

Meaning, a kid who identifies as an animal and can dress like it, too?

Yes. A furry. At a school near you.

Which begs the question, where are the adults?

Because the middle schooler I talked to wondered the same thing.

Paraphrasing, "It's like they're scared to say or do anything."

They're scared of kids dressed like animals. Let that sink in.

Do you know what that broadcasts to the rest of the school? That school is like a Disney show; kids run the ship.

And instead of getting help for those who suffer from gender dysphoria or those who identify as animals - children who need our compassion, their parents, and an outstanding counselor - we've let a precious few dictate the rules for everyone else.

It's like a microcosm of our society.

And in both places, we're asking, where are the adults?

Where are the grown-ups? The ones supposed to tell a child that no, you're not a wolf, and you can't dress like one at school? And no, I won't set up a litter box for you in the bathroom?

Where are they? Because this is happening in a school near you.

Imagine. Your daughter sits by an out-of-dress code, a furry, in class. No disciplinary measures are taken.

But your child's Athleta skirt is a millimeter too short? Make her change immediately.

And if you, her parents, can't make it, the school office will gladly give her a pair of ill-fitting sweatpants from the lost and found.

But please don't make the school deal with the kid who thinks she's a rabbit.

How did we get here? To schools that celebrate furries and cooperate with children who want to surgically alter their bodies? How did this happen?

Transgender ideology started with Dr. John Money at Johns Hopkins.

There, he performed a sex reassignment surgery on a young child who'd endured a failed circumcision.

The world pronounced the surgery a success.

Except that wasn't true.

The young man, surgically altered, never took to being a girl.

He and his twin brother later committed suicide. But to the watching and adoring world of sexual freedom of the 60s, this was a groundbreaking development, even though it was a fraud.

A lie.

It was perpetrated on an unsuspecting but desperate family, with tragic consequences.

Ones we live with today.

Oh, but wait, you say! Alabama is in the clear.

Kay Ivey signed a law. We don't have to worry about this.

And even though kids can dress like animals at school and face no consequence, we don't have to worry about kids medically transitioning.

But is that true? Are we out of the woods?

No. Parts of that law have been held up in court.

But that's not the point.

The point is that our kids are in danger.

They're in the storm.

But where are we?

Where are the adults who will say, we're not doing this?

We're not following the dictates of a failed curriculum with failed ideas and failed divisive policies. We won't celebrate furries or trans or any other 'ism.

We won't engage in indoctrination.

Instead.

We'll start fresh, teaching kids how to think, not what to think. And while we're at it, we'll use a cohesive curriculum instead of chasing every bright and shiny thing along the way.

And yes.

It is THAT simple.

But it requires bravery.

And it supposes that enough of us fight back.

Yes. Even over the din of school board meetings, legislative gatherings, and yes, even over the AEA monopoly.

Together, we are powerful.

That is if we'll stop accepting what's wrong as right.

It's like this: Chris and I faced a situation recently where someone asked us not to park somewhere.

We begrudgingly complied.

But it rubbed us the wrong way. And we both felt like we should say something, but what?

Then, we got inside and shared our experience.

We found out that where we parked was our property. Not theirs.

But we gave it up.

Parents. Administrators, teachers, coaches. This is us.

We willingly give up what's ours but without a whimper.

We're getting pushed around by those who do not have the right.

Please stop it.

Remember.

These are our schools.

Those are our kids.

Adults. Where are you?

For he who knows what to do but does not do it, it is a sin.

James 4:17

Amie Beth Shaver is a speaker, writer, and media commentator. Her column appears every Wednesday in 1819 News. Shaver served on the Alabama GOP State Executive Committee, was a candidate for State House District 43 and spokeswoman for Allied Women. The views and opinions expressed here are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the policy or position of 1819 News. To comment, please send an email with your name and contact information to Commentary@1819News.com.

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