A Senate committee just decided it would be a good idea to pass a law making it illegal to discriminate against the transgendered. It was bipartisan. I don’t really have anything against transgendered people, but this is just a trial lawyer’s dream. Imagine this scenario:
Suppose you’re Sam, the loading dock foreman at a large hardware store — Home Depot, let’s say — and you’ve got a crew of four guys whose job is to unload the trucks as they arrive each day. Driving forklifts, hauling pallets of merchandise off trucks and moving them around the store so the items can be put on the shelves. One morning you arrive for work and here comes your crew man Joe, wearing a dress, wig and makeup.
“Joe? What the –”
“I’m not Joe anymore. Call me Delores.”
“What the hell are you talking about Joe?”
“Sam, I’m Delores now. If you call me ‘Joe’ one more time, I’m afraid I’ll have to report you to Human Resources.”
“Human resources? But . . . I don’t understand.”
“It’s simple, Sam: For years, I’ve lived with this secret — a woman, trapped in a man’s body — but I’m not hiding it any more.”
“But Joe . . .”
“OK, whatever — Delores. But this is just crazy. I’ve known you since high school. We played baseball and went fishing together. And what about your wife and kids?”
“They’re entirely supportive. As a matter of fact, we got the idea this weekend, watching the news together.”
“Watching the news?”
“Yeah, there was a gay guy who sued his company under the Employment Non-Discrimination Act. His boss got fired and he got a $250,000 settlement. Civil rights and stuff.”
“So you’re wearing a dress now?”
“Yeah, you like it?”
“Hell no. I mean, you’re six-foot-three and 270 pounds. Your legs aren’t even shaven. You look ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous, huh? How long have I been working here, Sam?”
“Three, four years.”
“And when was the last time I got a raise?”
“Well, your last evaluation — I dunno. What? October, I think. It was 75 cents more an hour, right?”
“Sixty-five cents, Sam. Sixty-five f–king cents.”
“OK. right — now I remember. What’s your point?”
“My point is, I’m tired of being victimized by your transphobia.”
“Trans-what? Have you gone nuts, Joe?”
“F–k you, Sam. I know my rights. I’m going to Human Resources. This kind of discrimination has got to stop!”
“But Joe . . .”
“It’s Delores! Hater!”
As far-fetched as that scenario may seem, no one in 1965 ever imagined that claims of “discrimination” and “sexual harassment” — and the fear of such claims — would result in the situation now so widespread, where lawsuits and threats of lawsuits are a sort of constant threat of blackmail, where disgruntled employees make complaints knowing full well that companies are reluctant to go to court to defend against such claims.
Read the whole thing. It’s a brave new world we’re living in, my friends. If you’re a business owner I hope you have a good attorney.
As a side note, if you Google images of the transgendered you will find a bunch of pictures of children.