End of story. Doubt I need to read the rest of the thread since this full stop appears a couple of lines into the opening post.
You'd be very very wrong.
What's going on here is a 14y/o making a huge life decision over the objections of a parent. The child isn't legally able to buy a six pack, sign a credit card contract, get married, get a tattoo, or bang the neighbor dude. Because 14y/o aren't competent adults. This is especially true when a parent gets involved and pointedly refuses permission.
I realize the thorny problem of underage trans people. But that judge is wa-a-a-y out of line. "Removed from the bench" out of line. Jailing a parent for doing what's right, in the parent's own opinion, for his own child is over the line.
Sorry, this is politically correct ideology out of control.
Tom
Wait a minute: 'jailing parent for doing what's right in the parent's own opinion?" Somehow, that's the standard?
First of all, the parent was jailed for contempt of court.
Secondly and more importantly: parents are sometimes horribly, horribly abusive in the name of doing what the parent things is right:
You know:
When a parent holds a child's hand over a flame until the palm is blistered or worse--because the child touched something they were forbidden?
Shaming a child for bedwetting.
Shaming a child for being over weight or under weight.
Refusing to allow a child to eat at the table with the rest of the family. Or at all.
Locking a child in a their room, a closet, a cage out back, in the garage, in the basement, in a shed in the back yard. In an underground container.
Forcing a child into a marriage with an adult.
And so on. Parents, or 'parents' sometimes do horrific things because 'they think that's in their child's best interests.'
Society can, should and DOES have standards for acceptable treatment of a child. Unfortunately, they are not standard enough and in many cases, are not enforced or are not...humane enough.
I understand that some very well meaning people struggle mightily with the concept of being transgender. I understand that the concept can be much, much, much harder if this is a child who is YOUR child. It's hard not to feel responsible for your child's behavior and expression, for how well they do in school or on the ball field or how many friends they have, how attractive they are, their hygiene. Some of these things should be the responsibility of parents but some things are absolutely not under the control of the parent nor should they be.
A parent's job is to raise their child with love and acceptance, with courtesy and respect for themselves and for others.
Frankly until about 25 years ago, I also struggled with the idea of transgendered individuals. I thought that it was perhaps confusion resulting from poor parenting or society's too rigid gender expectations.
And then I met a child, who was my child's friend and who was so very, very obviously transgender that I absolutely could not deny that they really and truly knew who and what they were and could not and would not be quiet and live in denial for the comfort or convenience of others. I struggled for a while because I absolutely believed there was some terrible parenting going on--mostly of the emotional abuse type-- but that was not centered on the child's gender at all and applied equally to all other children.
This little person was called a girl but he definitely called himself a boy. He did not say he wanted to be a boy or that he wished he was a boy but that he was a boy. This was so vastly different than my own recollections as a very devoted tomboy who did not wish to be a boy but who wanted to be given the same opportunities and freedoms as a boy, and who liked a lot of stereotypical 'boy' things: jeans and climbing trees and rocks and sticks and insects and frogs and toads. Taking apart a bicycle and putting it back together. Playing basketball. Arm wrestling. Math and science. I even tried very hard to learn to pee into a toilet standing up--which was very unsuccessful because at age 5 (and throughout my life) I was small for my age and could not properly straddle a toilet.
This was NOT this child. This was a child who, with his very heart and soul and being knew he was a boy. And as an adult, was able to undergo gender confirmation surgery and is now living his own happy life. There was no mistake, no denial (except on the part of the parents who, if they had been nicer people, I would have felt some sympathy for) about who this child was.