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Animal Lovers [Classic Mark Steyn] Steyn Online, originally the London Spectator ^ | August 11, 2001 | Mark Steyn Posted on 3/6/2004 13:00:12 by NovemberCharlie
IN January, Diane Alexis Whipple, a good-looking, tanned lacrosse coach, was killed in the hallway of her San Francisco apartment house when her neighbours' two Presa Canario dogs lunged at her and tore out her throat. Since then, everything has proceeded like a TV movie whose rewrite guys can't quite get a handle on the theme.
First, Miss Whipple's partner, Sharon Smith, filed a wrongful-death suit, a privilege California law somewhat surprisingly reserves only for spouses - i. e., heterosexuals. Miss Smith is very attractive, as is almost everyone involved in this case; not least the chief prosecutor, a boyishly charming gay Jesuit, and his deputy, a former Victoria's Secret lingerie model.
On the other hand, you'd be hard put to come up with two uglier defendants - not the dogs but their owners, attorneys Marjorie Knoller and Robert Noel. Their first response to the death of their neighbour was to adopt the white supremacist who'd sold them the pooches. Cornfed Schneider is a member of the Aryan Brotherhood and currently serving life without parole at the Pelican Bay corrections facility, California's toughest jail but not so rigorous that he and a cellmate weren't able to cook up a scheme to breed killer dogs to sell to the Mexican mafia as guards for their methadone labs.
Anyway, three days after Miss Whipple was killed, Knoller and Noel decided to adopt Cornfed as their son, telling reporters that while he may be a convicted thief and attempted murderer 'at least he's not a Republican'. Shortly after, Prison Sergeant Joe Akin reported coming across a letter from Knoller and Noel to their adopted son detailing 'sexual activity between Noel, Knoller and the dog Bane'. The other mutt, Hera, was apparently just good friends, or a lousy lay, whatever.
At any rate, Mr Noel responded to the allegation that the Bane of his life was also the love of his life. 'There used to be a time when guy-on-guy or woman-on-woman relationships were looked at as unnatural acts, ' he said. 'What concern is it to anybody if there is or isn't a personal relationship?' What concern indeed? In the dog days of summer, the story trundles on to other lively twists: The Los Angeles Times has been running sales ads for Bane's daughter's puppies, using their bloody pedigree as the unique selling-point.
Whatever happens, the case has already made history: the court has given Miss Smith permission to file her wrongful death suit, the first same-sex partner in California to be accorded 'survivor status'.
For gays, this is a big advance. At the same time, the case circles back to the early days of the gay rights movement: the judge, Philip ('Big Fly') Moscone, is a cousin of George Moscone, a San Francisco mayor murdered in 1978. Moscone and Supervisor Harvey Milk, the city's first gay elected official, were killed by Milk's fellow member of the Board of Supervisors, the anti-gay Dan White. Arrested for a double homicide, White was eventually sentenced to six years for manslaughter, after his legal team introduced the famous 'Twinkie Defence', arguing that their client's mind had been unhinged by excessive consumption of Hostess Twinkies, a hideous spongy confection filled with synthetic cream.
Twinkie-deranged or not, Mr White was the last openly anti-gay politician in SanFrancisco. Twenty-three years on, gays are on the last stage of their big push, and so the question is: what's next? Just as gays used the language of black civil rights, so Mr Noel, who is after all an attorney, likened his alleged proclivities to those of gays. If you're homosexual or lesbian, I don't suppose you're terribly flattered by the comparison, but then a lot of blacks didn't appreciate the principles of the civil rights movement being appropriated by gays. That's the way it goes in a land committed to ever more 'expansive' and 'inclusive' rights, as Al Gore puts it.
There's a lot of bestiality around at the moment. Hang on, let me qualify that: in terms of actual man-and-beast action, I'd wager there's a lot less than a hundred years ago, when an isolated farmboy's best-looking date within a 20-mile radius was his pa's finest Holstein. But today guys who like to make the beast with two backs and six legs do it as a conscious lifestyle choice, and, like other identity groups, they're making a lot of noise and demanding societal validation.
Over the border from me in Maine, a fellow called Frank Buble, 71, was recently sentenced to eight years for trying to crowbar his son Phillip to death. Frank shares a house with Phillip and his, er, partner Lady, a shortlegged mixed-breed bitch, and he claims he was driven to attack his son because he was tired of seeing him getting it on with the dog and could no longer tolerate Phillip's 'lifestyle'. Phillip for his part feels he's been doubly assaulted, first by his father and then by a legal system that refuses to acknowledge his partner. He wrote a very polite letter to Justice Andrew Mead at the Piscataquis County Superior Court saying that he would be exercising his right to speak at the sentencing and wanted Lady to hear what he had to say.
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