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In the Name of the Father

Update
The Gay & Lesbian Humanist Association has learned that an evangelical Christian politician, Rev George Hargreaves, the leader of Operation Christian Vote, a fundamentalist Christian political, will be seeking a private prosecution of members of the Gay Police Association in relation to this. Link.

At the same time, we learn that Stephen Green has been cleared of the public order charges after handing out anti-gay leaflets, but now plans to take civil action against the police for infringing on his freedom of speech. Link.




In the last 12 months, the Gay Police Association had recorded a 74% increase in homophobic incidents, where the sole or primary motivating factor was the religious belief of the perpetrator. -- Verbal abuse and physical assault against gay men and women is a criminal offence and should always be reported to the police. -- Discrimination against gay people is the workplace is also unlawful and should be reported to employers, who have a duty of care to prevent it. -- Homophobia can never be justified and must never be tolerated.
Gay campaigners have welcomed the decision by the Crown Prosecution Service (CPS) today that the Gay Police Association (GPA) will not be prosecuted for a controversial advert linking religious statements to homophobia.
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The protests against the ad were led by Christian Voice whose leader Stephen Green faces trial on Thursday for public order offences after handing out homophobic leaflets at this year's Cardiff gay pride.
Further details @ pinknews.co.uk.

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Originally published on 26 September 2006, 2.10pm

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