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A letter to the Catholic Church via one of its representants

Following the reading of this article on Pink News about the Catholic Chruch's opposition to marriage equality in Scotland, I decided to write the following email to John Deighan, the Catholic Church's parliamentary officer. I really hope I get a response to this question I have been asking myself for a while.

Dear Mr Deighan,

I was interested to read an article reproducing one of your recent statements about the possibility of marriage being extended to gay couples in Scotland. According to this article, you said the following: “Bishop Tartaglia was forthright in his assertion that proposals to legislate for same sex marriage would be harmful to society and to the government."

The fact that same-sex marriage would be harmful to society or various variations on a similar theme are one of the main argument cited by its opponents. These are however never accompanied with any reasons or explanation as to how exactly marriage equality would be harmful to society. What would it do to it? and more importantly: how would it do it?

This is all the more confusing that nothing particularly catastrophic seems to be happening in the few countries around the world that have actually opened marriage to same-sex couple.

I would be very interested to hear from you or your employers on this subject.

Regards and thanks,

zefrog

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