An Indianapolis father is appealing a Marion County judge's unusual order that prohibits him and his ex-wife from exposing their child to "non-mainstream religious beliefs and rituals."
The parents practice Wicca, a contemporary pagan religion that emphasizes a balance in nature and reverence for the earth.
Cale J. Bradford, chief judge of the Marion Superior Court, kept the unusual provision in the couple's divorce decree last year over their fierce objections, court records show. The order does not define a mainstream religion.
Bradford refused to remove the provision after the 9-year-old boy's outraged parents, Thomas E. Jones Jr. and his ex-wife, Tammie U. Bristol, protested last fall.
Through a court spokeswoman, Bradford said Wednesday he could not discuss the pending legal dispute.
The parents' Wiccan beliefs came to Bradford's attention in a confidential report prepared by the Domestic Relations Counseling Bureau, which provides recommendations to the court on child custody and visitation rights. Jones' son attends a local Catholic school.
"There is a discrepancy between Ms. Jones and Mr. Jones' lifestyle and the belief system adhered to by the parochial school. . . . Ms. Jones and Mr. Jones display little insight into the confusion these divergent belief systems will have upon (the boy) as he ages," the bureau said in its report.
Great googly moogly! This, ladies and gentlemen, is what we'll get if we yield to the yo-yos who want to turn public schools into purveyors of prosteltyzing. It's simply appalling for a judge to rule that a child must be "protected" from his parents' religious beliefs. For all the yapping so-called Christians do about being "persecuted," they're only prevented from imposing their religion on others.
[I]t is inconceivable to me that, when divorcing parents are in agreement concerning the religious upbringing of their child, a court would reject their decision and impose its own in this manner. That the court would enter this ruling, and continue to adhere to it over the emphatic objections of the parents, reveals an astonishing arrogance, as well as a lack of insight into both the state and the federal constitution.
Word. Jeff is also pretty cranky about the recent deal averting the so-called nuclear option.
What a week! I've begun a new assignment with work, and it's been a busy transition. There have been a couple of other noteworthy events. I'm going to spend this evening backfilling a few days' worth of posts, so please scroll down.
I'll brobably be offline much of the Memorial Day weekend. And although I'd managed a reasonable blogging pace in the past few weeks, the work situation may curtail activities here. I'll post as I can, but I plan to devote as much time as possibile to Destroy All Monsters.
This evening The Five-Year-Old and I took in a preview of the upcoming computer animated film Madagascar. It was entertaining, and darker than I'd expected from the commercials. One of the main elements of conflict is that a zoo lion, returned to the wild with his herbivore friends, finds his carnivorous instincts surfacing as he gets hungry.
...to me and my lovely wife, married seven years ago today (warning: embedded MIDI in target page, but it's Barry White, so it's cool). I am a fortunate man to have found such a wonderful spouse, and more fortunate still that she tolerates my not telling her often enough.
I'm watching the awesome 1969 Ray Harryhausen cowboys-and-dinosaurs flick Valley of Gwangi with The Girls. Once gain, we borrowed the DVD from the local library. We'd borrowed it before, but didn't get an opportunity to watch it in the three-day period. Cecilia was very jazzed to get a movie that not only featured dinosaurs, but also was animated by the same guy who did The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms. We're enjoying the flick very much -- The Girls are paying rapt attention right now. Here's a review at Stomp Tokyo, which seconds my description of the film:
The Valley of Gwangi probably had a writer and a director, but like many films of its kind, we didn't pay attention to who they were. In our minds this film is a Ray Harryhausen film.