Listening to Atheists
A day at a convention
BY GRENVILLE KENT
I shouldn’t have told the taxi driver I was going to the atheist convention. “So they’ll sit around saying there’s nothing up there?” he said in a Middle Eastern accent, fingering his prayer beads. “These people are mad!”
“It’s a bit more than that . . .” I started to say.
“These people want two men to marry each other, but they can’t have no children, which proves they’re wrong. These people ought to be shot.” He drove on angrily, making the wooden cross swing faster from his rearview mirror. Did he remember that the man on it never forced anyone to obey, and was killed by religious intolerance? …