Monday, January 09, 2012
Tyler Clementi’s mother versus “Amelia”
Non-sports post.
Let me first say that I am not passing judgment on Jane Clementi (Tyler’s mother), and obviously I have no idea what actually transpired between him and his family. Here is what I have read, though, and I thought it was quite provocative.
Tyler Clementi was the gay college student at Rutgers who committed suicide after his roommate allegedly secretly filmed, on a web cam, him having an intimate encounter with another man. The roommate also allegedly told his Twitter followers that he was going to let them watch another encounter.
Clementi came out to his parents a few days before he left for college. Supposedly his father was very supportive, but, according to a Tyler email, his mother, “basically rejected him.” In interviews with the media, his mother downplayed that accusation.
I don’t think that she screamed at, berated, dis-owned him, or threw him out of the house, however, in her own words, this is what she said about the situation:
She also told him that it would take some time for her to accept it.“You have dreams for your children,” Jane Clementi told the magazine. “When someone tells you this, your dreams are kind of shattered for that moment.” She said she was still “processing” the revelation from the violinist, who also taught himself to ride a unicycle. But, she said, she still loved him — and had no inkling that he was depressed or suicidal.
Although I suppose that I “understand” her position (in the same way that I can understand how people can be bigoted, racist, mean, and intolerant at times), I am appalled at several things about it:
“You have dreams for your children?” My only dream for my children are that they are happy and successful. Never in my wildest imagination does sexual orientation enter into the picture. In any case, MY dreams are irrelevant to someone’s else’s well being. My only response to a question about my son would be, “Like most of us, he has dreams and aspirations. I hope that they are fulfilled and I will do all that I can to support them.”
“Take time to accept his sexual orientation?” Again, how can a parent need to take time to accept something innate (and not harmful to anyone) about their child? Isn’t there any regard about the impact on the child? How about I tell my child that it is going to take some time for me to accept the fact that he is ugly, or that he can’t play baseball very well, or that he doesn’t like the same things that I like?
Worst of all is this:
...had no inkling that he was depressed or suicidal.
It is likely that she had no inkling because she is self-centered and refused to see what was going on with her child because it conflicted with her religious or other beliefs. That doesn’t seem like a good way to raise to child, to me at least.
Did she contribute to his unhappiness and suicide? I don’t know, but I suspect that she did, in a big way. I suspect that parents of gay kids are the number one influence in how they feel about themselves.
(By the way, if you look at the kid’s picture, it would take you all of about 2 seconds to figure out that he is likely gay.)
Now, contrast this mother to this one:
http://getstooobsessed.tumblr.com/post/9004061623/mommy-they-are-just-like-me-my-oldest-son-is
Here is an except from her blog post about her 6 year old son who appears as if he might end up being gay:
Then the other day we were traveling across the state listening to the Warblers album (of course), and in the middle of Candles, my son pipes up from the back seat.
“Mommy, Kurt and Blaine (from the TV show Glee) are boyfriends.”
“Yes, they are,” I affirm.
“They don’t like kissing girls. They just kiss boys.”
“That’s true.”
“Mommy, they are just like me.”
“That’s great, baby. You know I love you no matter what?”
“I know…” I could hear him rolling his eyes at me.
When we got home I recapped this conversation to his Dad, and we stood simply looking into each other’s eyes for a moment. Then we smiled.
“So if at 16 he wants to make a big announcement at the dinner table, we can say ‘You told us when you were six. Pass the carrots’ and he’ll be disappointed we stole his big dramatic moment,” my husband says with a laugh and hugs me.
Only time will tell if my son is gay, but if he is I am glad he’s mine. I am glad he has been born into our family. A family full of people who will love and accept him. People who will never want him to change. With parents who will look forward to dancing at his wedding.
And I have to admit, Blaine would be a really cute son-in-law.


Parents, peers, neighbors, whatever… Sadly, change comes slowly. But I still agree with that quote, even if I really wish there weren’t continuing reminders of its relevance.
http://www.insidethebook.com/ee/index.php/site/comments/tyler_wilson_boy_cheerleader