By Frank Simon, State Director, AFA of Kentucky
October 1995 – The phone rang at 10 p.m. on December 11, 1994. It was one of the alderman who had helped us when the homosexuals had tried to push through their Gay Rights Bill in 1992.
I could not believe what he was telling me. Another alderman, Scotty Greene, was going to introduce a new Gay Rights Bill, and he had asked our friend to support it. It was a watered-down bill that basically said homosexuals could not be fi red “just because they were homosexuals.” To make matters worse, our friend said he was thinking about possibly voting for the new Gay Rights Bill.
I was still in a state of shock when I thanked him for calling and hung up. It was just two weeks before Christmas and now this.
At first it didn’t seem like such a terrible bill, but the more I thought about it, the more it bothered me. It was just “a foot in the door,” and there would be more demands later.
I confirmed the fact that the new bill was about to be introduced with other aldermen. Then, I talked with a strong Christian attorney. He gave me a copy of the September 1988 NAMBLA (the magazine of the North American Man/Boy Love Association). On the cover were two men (homosexuals) getting ready to grab a little boy who was cornered. The child had a cross on his shorts.
TAKING THE OFFENSIVE
After prayer, I helped organize a citizens group. We decided that the best strategy was to start fighting them before they could win a majority of the aldermen. We printed fliers on shocking pink paper with the NAMBLA magazine cover on one side and a letter to the aldermen on the other side. Even though it was only five days before Christmas, by the time we were ready to mail, we sent a cover letter and a pink flier to everyone on our mailing list in our county (15,000) and prayed.
Well, something happened. Two days after Christmas I got a call from the only paper in our city and the largest paper in the state. They are very pro-homosexual. “What had I done?” they wanted to know. Alderman Scotty Greene had been caught off guard and was now denying that he ever thought about introducing a new Gay Rights Bill.
Next, the local newspaper wrote a story, then an editorial and finally a cartoon. All were personally attacking me as being mean spirited, hateful, homophobic, and out of my mind because they said that there were no plans to introduce a Gay Rights Bill.
A pastor took some of the infamous pink fliers down to City Hall and was told that there were “mountains” of them that had been sent in.
Actually, this first round of the war just gave us some much needed time. As soon as Alderman Scotty Greene gathered his composure, he did, indeed, introduce the Gay Rights Bill.
By that time, we had printed up 40,000 more copies of the pink flier, stapled a cover letter to them and started handing them out door to door. Now the Courier-Journal was really furious. They were outraged that anyone should give the public both sides of a controversial issue. There followed more news articles, more editorials, and more cartoons. The last cartoon had me dressed up as a transvestite go-go girl in chains.
After the pink fliers were signed, we took them back to the office and printed 12 copies of each one. This would give us one complete set for each of the twelve aldermen. Each of the copies were made on the same shocking pink paper. When we got through making our copies we had a stack of pink fliers that was eight feet tall. Naturally we took them all down to City Hall and held a news conference while standing behind the wall of shocking pink fliers. After the news conference, we gave each alderman a complete set of the fliers. Of course, we also used the fliers to build our mailing list.
Finally, several churches got together and put a full page ad in the paper opposing gay rights, and a dear brother got about 30,000 postcards signed and delivered to the aldermen. After three public rallies on the steps of city hall, many calls to business and union leaders and call-in shows, and much help from God, we won the vote eight to four.
After the vote people came up to me and tried to thank me for working to save our city from the homosexuals. I explained to them that God did all the hard parts, and I would rather fight the devil than eat ice cream. God’s grace, His Word and His Holy Spirit are more than sufficient. 
