Facebook served up this column from 1999, which I posted a dozen years ago when the Boy Scouts were enduring one of their regular spates of controversy. Since then, the popularity of the Scouts has continued to crater — from 4 million members, back when I was part of the organization in the 1970s, to about 1 million now. Shaken by social changes, criticism over its tardy decision to stop excluding gay scouts followed by the damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-don't exodus of Mormons plus, I imagine, the isolating effects of social media and an increased tendency of people not to join groups in the living world. The Camp Fire organization, on the other hand, while significantly smaller, is going strong.
Just as the Boy Scouts of America were twirling in bad publicity hell after the latest flap over its booting out gay scouts , I received a letter from the Camp Fire Boys and Girls, touting their corn maze down in Ottawa, Ill.
The maze is immense; more than 10 acres of cornfield. Nothing quite so evocative of sweet late summer as a corn maze. But that wasn't what I was really interested in.
What I was really interested in was sex. Or more specifically, how Camp Fire manages to sidestep the issue that has so thoroughly bollixed its big brother, the Boy Scouts?
How do they manage to cook S'mores and pitch tents without getting hung up on the emerging sexualities of their little charges?
The answer is surprising.
"Kids are kids and our job is to give them an opportunity to have a really wonderful time growing up," said Jean Lachowicz, executive director of the Metro Chicago Council of the Camp Fire Boys and Girls. "We are very family-oriented. The other issues just don't come into play."
Surely, I said, she can't be suggesting that Camp Fire Boys and Girls, whose members range from kindergarten to high school, allow gay youngsters to make lanyards and potholders alongside everybody else, as if they were normal people?
"We don't even get into that," she said. "Who are we to say?"
What a freakish anomaly. A group that doesn't try to dictate to the personal lives of its members. Practically revolutionary in sex-obsessed, eye-to-the-keyhole, who-do-we-hate-this-week America.
Just as the Boy Scouts have a credo, filled with a bunch of Victorian hooey about duty and moral rightness, so Camp Fire has its own motto, which it calls an "Inclusiveness Statement." They post it on the wall.
It reads: "Camp Fire Boys and Girls works to realize the dignity and worth of each individual and to eliminate human barriers based on all assumptions which prejudge individuals."
Talk about radical. Morality in America is almost always used as an excuse to ostracize people. Very rarely is it offered up as a reason to include them (though, frankly, even if I believed the view of the Boy Scouts — that there is something so radically wrong with homosexuals they can't be taught how to use semaphore flags — I think that would motivate me to want to get them in Scouting all the more, in the hopes that our vigorous outdoor program and credo of moral certitude would win them over and draw them away from perversion. To shun them seems, well, to lack faith in heterosexuality).
Before parting, I had one more question about Camp Fire. Where did the boys come from? When my sister, Debbie, was a Blue Bird, 30 years ago, it was an all-girl thing. Court order? Lawsuit?
"In 1975 we switched to boys and girls," said Lachowicz. "We found the clubs were taking in more and more boys , so they decided to change the organization so it is co-ed."
A huge, cathartic crisis?
"Nah," she said. "Camp Fire has always been a very, very flexible organization."
And one that doesn't feel it needs to add to the problems of any youngster straying from society's norms.
"Kids want to be involved in something that's positive and not painful," she said. "We just do what we have to do. Kids who join Camp Fire are really happy. We have a blast."
— Originally published in the Sun-Times, August 17, 1999
Mormons: a sexist and perverted cult, past and present.
ReplyDeleteGood to know about the Campfire Club. Hope they are still doing well.
ReplyDeleteWe had an excellent experience with Cub Scouts in the 1990s. Then the boys moved on to the local Boy Scout troop. A far different atmosphere. Humorless, militaristic, politically Conservative, a not-so-subtle bigotry just under the surface. There was pretty serious physical hazing happening that was condoned and even encouraged by the scout leaders. One of the older scouts started shoving a little guy around one day if I remember correctly. The younger kids took offense and one of the larger of them grabbed the older lad and knocked the crap out of him. Then the younger kids quit en masse. About eight of them walked away and it REALLY angered the adult scout masters. In fairness, we had friends in Villa Park with an entirely different experience. Their boys loved being in Boy Scouts. It seemed to be luck of the draw. You could live in a town where the Boy Scout troop was run by twisted older men. Or your sons might be fortunate to land with a bunch of good guys.
ReplyDeleteScouting was pretty much a flop in the town where I grew up. Skokie was the frontier when we moved up there from East Garfield Park in 1954. Still almost as many "prairies" (empty lots) as new houses.
DeleteThere were Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts in my new grammar school. A buddy of mine had three older siblings who were all Scouts. And he became a Sea Scout by the time we reached our teens. Entirely different story for me.
There was a big recruiting drive when I turned eight, in '55. A whole new Cub Scout pack was formed in the brand-new grammar school near my house. Most of the boys my age joined up. But nobody was really all that excited or interested once we put on the uniforms and the neckerchiefs, and started studying the handbook. Wearing the colors was cool. The nitty-gritty was not.
My mother volunteered to become a den mother. There was ONE meeting in our basement. I remember a mob of boys tearing it up, and my mother shrieking at them and crying her eyes out. A woman across the street soon took her place. She wasn't much better. And she drank.
After one or two more meetings, her husband replaced her as the "den father." I quickly decided that watching "Sgt. Bilko" was vastly preferable to Cub Scout meetings, and quit. Most of the other boys, who had joined up when I did, also dropped out. But I still have the shiny metal thing that you put the neckerchief through. Seven decades later.
Fast forward maybe five years. Junior high. Those still in the Scouting programs were either ignored, or mocked and scorned. A squeaky-clean "good kid" who didn't get into trouble or raise hell...one who worked hard in school, studied, got good grades, and wasn't a troublemaker? The derisive term for such a kid was "Boy Scout." Same thing in my big high school.
Don't know how accurate this is, but in my experience, Jewish boys and Scouting were either a poor mix...or no mix at all. We were too headstrong and independent and didn't really succumb to all the regimentation and militarism, or the conservative values and the prejudices. Future lefties, libs, and radicals. Rebels without applause.
And there was no enthusiasm for the outdoorsy stuff, either. Jewish boys weren't campers and hikers. We were indoorsmen. We read books. We watched TV obsessively. Rode our bikes to the beach and Old Orchard, and shoplifted raunchy paperbacks and comic books from corner drug stores.
Scouting is athletic and physical. Most of us did not care to become jocks. We became the nerds. And the brains. And the wannabe beatniks. A close friend became a nuclear physicist, at Fermilab. Another associate later won a Nobel Prize.
Maybe all I've said is just one Jewish guy's opinion, and merely assumptions, and mostly crap. But it was part of growing up Skokie. My blue-collar German wife (ex-Brownie and ex-Girl Scout) used just four words that summed it all up quite nicely: "You were all spoiled," she said. And she's right. We were.
You nailed it Grizz. Moved to Skokie in 1958. Most of my friends were members of the twelve tribes and nary a one was a cub scout or boy scout. I also thought it was the aversion to camping, hiking, bugs, etc. Were we more ethereal or just egghead wimps?
DeleteBrownie drop out, Barbie! mutilator too. Childhood was a weird wasteland, couldn't wait to grow up, move out and live in peace.
ReplyDeleteThe Boy Scouts also used to kick out atheists! When it happened in the 1970s, the HQ in New Brunswick NJ reversed that, but after they moved their HQ to outside Dallas, the Buckle of the Bible Belt, it wasn't reversed!
ReplyDeleteI wonder what's really been going on with BSOA all these many years. I was a scout starting as a Cub/ Webelows in the60s and 70s. there were things I loved about it -the outdoors - and things I hated - the hazing rituals. luckily I was big and super strong. Had a couple friends my age and we didn't put up with that bullshit.
ReplyDeleteI still have friends from scouting and still go camping. dont remember the negatives and dont think I encountered people that ostracized gay boys. I was curious as a youth but presented very masculine. there was no sexual activity on display in all my years of scouting- 9 to 12 or 13.
My son was a Sea Scout. affiliated organization . He loved it - the 2010s. I noticed what I thought to be grooming behavior towards him by one of the older boys .Ttalked to them boy set some boundaries. made my son understand he wasn't old enough to be sexual active and kept an I on the situation
No big deal. He's 30 now and is still friends with the older scout.
Why does everything end up in court? be aware as a parent , practice tolerance and keep everyone - straight gay or bi - safe. have fun on the trail
It's now Scouting America. My grandson and-daughter belong. She is also a Girl Scout.
Deletehope you are enjoying the new grandchild
ReplyDeleteAs a former Scoutmaster from 1985 till 1991 our troop consistently had 30-50 members and 5-10 adults. The subject of each person’s sexuality or particular religion never came up. If a boy wanted to join the troop and follow the rules he was welcome. The religion and sexuality just wasn’t relevant to what we were trying to accomplish. And I guess we did ok having many Eagle and Life scouts over the years.
ReplyDeleteI was a Blue Bird, Camp Fire Girl, and then an Ass't leader (My mom was the leader for my youngest sister's group). Back then, there were NO sports for girls to participate in, so after-school activities revolved around my brother. (Cub Scouts, Little league, Mighty Mites). Girls sat on the sidelines and watched their brothers play. So when Camp Fire Girls came to my grade school, I was one of the first to sign up.
ReplyDeleteWe said a pledge at the start of each meeting. The pledges changed as we advanced through the ranks. The Wood Gatherers' Pledge was an early level pledge. I still have it memorized, but copied it from the Internet just to be sure:
"As fagots are brought from the forest,
Firmly held by the sinews which bind them,
I will cleave to my Camp Fire sisters
Wherever, whenever I find them.
"I will strive to grow strong like the pine tree,
To be pure in my deepest desire;
To be true to the truth that is in me
And follow the Law of the Fire."
By the time my sister's group advanced to "wood Gatherers", the 2nd word of the pledge was a well-known slur in the grade school. Its original meaning was "sticks bound together', to signify that we were stronger when we stuck together, but my mom -being her unique self- decided we'd recite the pledge using different pronunciation (fay-GOTs) so as to not offend anyone with the use of a slur.
As for Boy Scouts, my town has benefited from some excellent Eagle Scout projects around town. A project that just ended (sad for the community but good for the Scout) was collecting small plastics like tops and lids to milk and juice jugs, yogurt containers, and the like. I wish our community would recycle that stuff on its own, now that the project is completed.
I was a Boy Scout, and a truly lousy one at that, around 1952 or so. I was terrible at tying knots, could not distinguish a maple from an oak leaf, was not very good at burning my name into slabs of wood, and was not pleased with the rotten egg smell that came out of the well providing water for the Owasippi Boy Scout Camp in Michigan. But sex was not an issue for me...yet. And as far as I know, it wasn't an issue at the time for anyone my age. The Scout Master regaled us with stories about drinking warm water from empty soup cans while riding the rails with hobos looking for work during the Depression. Memorable, if insignificant.
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this 80 year old man was in the cub scout ladder of the system and always enjoyed it. was and am a life long city boy, that they and y camp opened up to new perspectives. aged into the boyscouts, but got booted for organizing a poker game and winning some of the kids money (nickles and such) before i could find out if they were too doctrinaire- can't really blame them for the ejection. it was the first of many infractions (some rather more serious), before becoming a somewhat more responsible adult several years later.
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