Contributed by the grandmother of a trans-identified child…
When the Pied Piper came to town and led the children dancing away, the merchants, the parents, the burghers, the grandparents, the teachers, the aunts, the town councillors, the night watchmen, the uncles, the town criers, the social workers, the lamplighters, the therapists and doctors, they all acted as one.
They recognized the threat, not only to the young people, but to the whole society, and they joined forces to find the children and to banish the Pied Piper.
They understood that children, with their fertile imaginations, are easily influenced by fantastical chimeras, and understood that they, the responsible adults, boring though they were with their adherence to convention and tradition and their disregard for fantasy, had the very important function of keeping order and upholding the values to pass on through the generations.
It wasn’t surprising that, when the Piper flounced in with his silvery flute, flowing hair, sequined costume and slipper-shoes with curled-up toes, and bade the children to follow him, they did.
The children were a lot quicker and more energetic than their parents and the parents were engaged in grown-up things so it took quite a time for the adults to realize what had happened and, by then, the children were miles away.
When the adults twigged, they were horrified. They organized search parties, they scoured the land, they appealed to the neighboring villagers for help, they petitioned the king and asked the Government to act.
It wasn’t only the town that was aghast; the whole country was too. Even other countries were shaken to the core. If the Pied Piper could so easily seduce and kidnap a whole generation of young people, then he would be able to do the same wherever he went! It was potentially a massive problem needing a well-considered and urgent response.
The responsible adults knew about children: they knew that children live in their imaginations. They knew that it is not only their physical beings that need special care and love, but that their emotional and mental development must also be carefully watched and nurtured.
They knew that children live in a world where fairies and elves, unicorns and mermaids are potent and real. They knew that malevolent people who wished to harm or betray the children could do so very easily by appealing to their imaginations and getting them to reject their parents and ignore well-meaning advice.
And they knew that it wasn’t only young children who needed to be protected; pubescent children were even more susceptible to seduction and needed even more guidance and care; vulnerable young people were prey; they needed role models and guardianship, they need the elders to watch out for them and to be alert for danger.
The Pied Piper is still with us, attempting to replace the natural imaginings and fantasies of childhood with lies. The lie that you can be born into ‘the wrong body’, that you can change your sex, that all your problems will be over if you just chop off your breasts or your penis and stuff yourself on pills to arrest your natural development into adulthood.
Innocent inexperienced children who know nothing of the realities of sex go along with such a simplistic fantasy. The good burghers of the town, middle-aged and overweight, cannot outstrip the Piper and the Piper turns the tables: it is no longer the familiar, the traditional and conventional that run things.
A child with a headful of fantastical notions need only state that she or he is ‘trans’ and she or he will be ‘affirmed’. Affirmed by teachers, social workers, even therapists and counsellors.
Affirmed too—surprise, surprise—by the pharmaceutical industry, who know a good lifetime pathology with its infinite revenue when they see one. And affirmed by doctors and clinics with monetary interests.
Encouraged to denounce and reject their parents and follow the Piper, the children go dancing to his tune into the mountain of sterility, deformity, stagnation and death.
It is patently obvious that the ‘trans’ movement is a cult. And, like any cult, it wants to keep its adherents on board. It seeks to grow, to spread its ideology, to gather others to it. When it can’t do that through sequins, carnivals and candyfloss, it resorts to threatening, bullying and attacking those who don’t go along with it.
The town councillors can no longer be relied on to hold a steady and sane path; the therapists, doctors and surgeons can no longer be trusted to base their diagnoses and treatments in what is natural; the teachers, keen to be loved by the children, go along with the movement to denounce and banish the parents while ‘affirming’ the children in any wild fantasy they have embraced.
Even the language can no longer be relied on and we must be careful for fear of falling foul of the Piper and his self-constructed rules. ‘He’ and ‘she’ are banned and replaced with the ungrammatical ugliness of ‘they’. Women are no longer ‘women’ but ‘cis women’ and men are now ‘women’.
The Pied Piper got away with it. Disruptive, anarchic, seductive, he led a whole generation of children into the belly of a mountain. The good burghers of the town did not succeed in getting the children back. But they did at least try.
What is worrying about the good burghers of today is that they are so desperate not to grow up themselves and take on the responsibilities of adults that, rather than rap the Piper’s knuckles, they actually facilitate him. Botoxed and body-trained, cool, trendy and Woke, the adults join the dance, skipping along with their children to their doom.
Wow… The warnings of this fairytale have never been so relevant.
This story should be retold far & wide. Especially to the Scottish parliament which seems to have utterly lost control of its moral compass.
Dear Grandmother, well played! Loved this rendition! I think every professional that works with our kids need to read it. Required reading! Thank you for writing. It mirrors my opinion 100%!