Church and state in Romania



My parents were never married in church. They were of different Christian denominations, you see. No priest from either side would perform the ceremony.

And you know what? It didn't matter in the least.

It wasn't the church that made them eligible for cheap housing.

It wasn't the church that protected me during their divorce, a few years later.

It wasn't the church that helped mom raise me alone after the event.

It was the state. Because, you see, they were legally married. And that's what matters in a modern country.

This weekend, Romania is holding a referendum on whether to make same-sex marriage constitutionally impossible. (Right now it's theoretically allowed, just not in applied law.) In other words, whether to head back towards a dark age we'd barely left 14 years ago. I have no doubts as to the result. Suffice to say, never in my lifetime were the polling stations open for two days in a row. Not once. It's simply not done here.

Except, it seems, to support religion-fueled bigotry.

But then, what can you expect from a country where the Orthodox Church is a state institution, financed from the national budget. In the European Union. In 2018.

I have no mouth, and I must puke.


Tags: society, politics