Was having a wee read of Hansard this morning - you know, as one does - & this particular rabbit-hole (specifically, my relative’s work) led me to the third reading of the Gender Recognition Bill (as it then was) in the Lords, when Baroness O’Cathain’s amendment to try to protect faith groups from having to accept transgender people as being their assumed sex was narrowly defeated. (My relative voted on the side of sanity, am relieved to say).
It’s a fascinating read over 20 years on - the “most vulnerable” narrative was firmly entrenched; the C of E had senior figures ready to jump all in; & people were all too willing to ignore the massive red flags & clanging alarm bells of threats being made to litigate & the father of three who wanted in on women’s prayer meeting so badly he sued. Plus the fact it had attracted people’s attention & they were expressing their concerns: one of the peers says they’ve only had more letters about the ban on fox hunting. You have to wonder how many letters were desperate women warning, Cassandra-like, of the situation we now find ourselves in.