I remember my son when he was five， explaining to his kindergarten class what his father did for a living.“My Daddy”，he said，“pretends to be people”.There have been quite a few of them. Prophets from the Old and New Testaments， a couple of Christian saints， generals of various nationalities and different centuries， several kings， three American presidents， a French cardinal and two geniuses， including Michelangelo. If you want the ceiling repainted I‘ll do my best. There always seem to be a lot of different fellows up here. I’m never sure which one of them gets to talk. Right now， I guess I‘m the guy. As I pondered our visit tonight it struck me： If my Creator gave me the giftto connect you with the hearts and minds of those great men， then I want to use that same gift now to reconnect you with your own sense of liberty of your own freedom of thought ... your own compass for what is right.
Dedicating the memorial at Gettysburg， Abraham Lincoln said of America，“We are now engaged in a great Civil War， testing whether this nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure.”Those words are true again. I believe that we are again engaged in a great civil war， a cultural war that’s about to hijack your birthright to think and say what resides in your heart. I fear you no longer trust the pulsing lifeblood of liberty inside you ... the stuff that made this country rise from wilderness into the miracle that it is. Let me back up.
About a year ago I became president of the National Rifle Association， which protects the right to keep and bear arms. I ran for office， I was elected， and now I serve ... I serve as a moving target for the media who‘ve called me everything from“ridiculous”and“duped”to a“brain-injured， senile， crazy old man”.I know ... I’m pretty old ... but I sure， Lord， ain‘t senile. As I have stood in the crosshairs of those who target Second Amendment freedoms， I’ve realized that firearms are not the only issue. No， it‘s much， much bigger than that. I’ve come to understand that a cultural war is raging across our land， in which， with Orwellian fervor， certain acceptable thoughts and speech are mandated.
For example， I marched for civil rights with Dr. King in 1963-long before Hollywood found it fashionable. But when I told an audience last year that white pride is just as valid as black pride or red pride or anyone else‘s pride， they called me a racist. I’ve worked with brilliantly talented homosexuals all my life. But when I told an audience that gay rights should extend no further than your rights or my rights， I was called a homophobe. I served in World War II against the Axis powers. But during a speech， when Idrew an analogy between singling out innocent Jews and singling out innocent gun owners， I was called an anti-semite. Everyone I know knows I would never raise a closed fist against my country. But when I asked an audience to oppose this cultural persecution， I was compared to Timothy McVeigh. From Time magazine to friends and colleagues， they‘re essentially saying， “Chuck， how dare you speak your mind. You are using language not authorized for public consumption！” But I am not afraid. If Americans believed in political correctness， we’d still be King George‘s boys-subjects bound to the British crown.
In his book，“The End of Sanity，” Martin Gross writes that“blatantly irrational behavior is rapidly being established as the norm in almost every area of human endeavor. There seem to be new customs， new rules， new anti- intellectual theories regularly foisted on us from every direction. Underneath， the nation is roiling. Americans know something without a name is undermining the nation， turning the mind mushy when it comes to separating truth from falsehood and right from wrong. And they don’t like it.” Let me read a few examples.
At Antioch college in Ohio， young men seeking intimacy with a coed must get verbal permission at each step of the process from kissing to petting... all clearly spelled out in a printed college directive.
In New Jersey， despite the death of several patients nationwide who had been infected by dentists who had concealed their AIDs-the state commissioner announced that health providers who are HIV-positive“need not ... need not”... tell their patients that they are infected. At William and Mary， students tried to change the name of the school team“The Tribe”because it was supposedly insulting to local Indians， only to learn that authentic Virginia chiefs truly like the name. In San Francisco， city fathers passed an ordinance protecting the rights of transvestites to cross-dress onthe job， and for transsexuals to have separate toilet facilities while undergoing sex change surgery. In New York City， kids who don‘t speak a word of Spanish have been placed in bilingual classes to learn their three R’s in Spanish solely because their last names sound Hispanic. At the University of Pennsylvania， in a state where thousands died at Gettysburg opposing slavery， the president of that college officially set up segregated dormitory space for black students. Yeah， I know ... that‘s out of bounds now.
Dr. King said“Negroes.”Jimmy Baldwin and most of us on the March said“black.”But it’s a no-no now. For me， hyphenated identities are awkward ... particularly“Native-American.”I‘m a Native American， for God’s sake. I also happen to be a blood-initiated brother of the Miniconjou Sioux. On my wife‘s side， my grandson is a thirteenth generation native American ... with a capital letter on“American”.
Finally， just last month ... David Howard， head of the WashingtonD.C. Office of Public Advocate， used the word“niggardly”while talking to colleagues about budgetary matters. Of course，“niggardly”means stingy or scanty. But within days Howard was forced to publicly apologize and resign. As columnist Tony Snow wrote：“David Howard got fired because some people in public employ were morons who （a） didn’t know the meaning of niggardly， （b） didn‘t know how to use a dictionary to discover the meaning， and （c） actually demanded that he apologize for their ignorance.”
