by LEO E. LAURENCE,
J.D.
Copyright © 2012 by Leo E. Laurence, J.D. for Zenger’s
Newsmagazine • All rights reserved
I’m going
through living hell after being “discharged” because I’m Gay at the Marine
Corps Recruit Depot (MCRD) where I served as a volunteer Client Services
Assistant in the Navy-Marine Corps Relief Society (NMCRS) offices in Building
14.
I was also under
serious consideration to become the director of our suite of offices. The
sitting director, Mike Brown, seems to be a closet homophobic. He retires from
the NMCRS this month.
I hold a law
degree and completed an unprecedented four-year post-doctoral study of
appellate law at the California Court of Appeal in San Diego.
A three-star
lieutenant general recruited me at the Quantico Marine Base last year.
Following the general’s instructions, I first looked into the L.I.N.K program
at Miramar, but re-located closer to my Hillcrest home at the NMCRS suite of
offices at Marine Corps Re-cruit Depot in San Diego. I liked working in the
Marine environment at MCRD.
My post at the
front desk was to answer all phone calls, and I also processed interest-free,
Quick Action Loans (Q.A.L.) providing up to $300 in about 15 minutes to help
Marines and sailors with unexpected emergencies. I always dressed businesslike
in a shirt and tie.
It was always
thrill to see the wide smile on a sailor or Marine’s face as I hand them an
interest-free, $300 Q.A.L. check.
I am solidly
Marine in my soul and am impressed by the feel of a very special pride that
every Marine shows. Marines are special!
Every Thursday,
I have reported to the suite of offices at NMCRS in Building 14, behind the
base exercise building.
Walking across
the base, I’ve noticed that every Marine that I’ve seen is dressed as if
getting ready for a formal inspection.
During all the
months when I’ve served in the NMCRS offices, I’ve never seen a fat Marine.
Miracles are
being performed on this base every day as teenagers right out of high school
become proud Marines!
Two Awards
I eagerly
attended training sessions at the 32nd Street Naval Base, and attended the
Navy-Marine Corps Relief Society Southwest Professional Development Day on
March 7.
Mr. Brown is
retiring this month and on March 15, I sent a written application to replace
Mr. Brown. I don’t think he liked that, to have a “faggot” succeed him as the
NMCRS director at MCRD.
On April 16, I
received a Certificate of Appreciation signed by Brigadier General Daniel D.
Yoo, the base commanding general.
Two days later
on April 18, I received a second Certificate of Appreciation, which was signed
by Mr. Brown in recognition of having reached 100 hours service in our NMCRS
offices.
That second
award was presented at a special luncheon in the elegant Base Boat House,
overlooking the bay.
Mr. Brown told
me I could bring one guest to the luncheon.
I told him Isaac
Rodriquez would be my guest. He’s 22, a graduating senior in history at SDSU,
and is helping me write my autobiographical history book.
My boss,
however, sat directly opposite Isaac and me at a large, round table. He
apparently interpreted Isaac as a Gay date, and that was too much for him.
My boss didn’t
say one word to either Isaac or myself.
“I totally agree
with you that Mike hardly said a word to you, if that. I didn’t notice any
hostilities during the luncheon, but I did notice that he was very quiet,” said
Issac in an e-mail.
His tense eyes
were staring down on his luncheon plate and never looked up at Isaac or myself
during the entire luncheon. By the way, Isaac isn’t Gay. Indeed, he’s straight
and recently married in New York City.
The next time I
reported for duty in the NMCRS office I was ordered to leave. My base ID card
was confiscated by Mr. Brown.
It was a
horrible, humiliating experience and quite odd just one week after I was
praised for my work with two awards. I had been “discharged” without due
process of law.
“Unfortunately,
the NMCRS office aboard the Depot is a tenant aboard the Marine Corps Recruit
Depot and we are supported by their efforts, but have no control or oversight
over their hiring/firing practices or their management decisions,” wrote Depot
Inspector Col. J. Q. Hall.
“I suggest you
forward your concerns to either the NMCRS Regional Office located at the 32nd
Street Naval Base or the NMCRS Head-quarters in Virginia,” Col. Hall added in a
letter on behalf of Brigadier General Yoo.
A brief letter
from NMCRS Executive Vice President Carl B. Jensen simply echoed the
misinformation and distorted facts used by Mr. Brown.
Business Card Fiasco
I was doing very
well as a “Client Services Associate.” I liked my post on the front desk of our
NMCRS suite.
I loved
answering the phones because I talked to so many special people.
My former desk
had colorful business cards, which my fellow workers usually ignored.
One day a
smartly dressed Marine came in for a Q.A.L. I could see his pride being a
Marine.
After I gave him
a $300 Q.A.L. check, he asked me for a card. I did not proffer a card, because
Mr. Brown forbade it. The Marine asked me to simply print my name, including my
doctoral degree in law, and cell number. It would have been rude to deny that
simple request.
I helped a
Marine, but someone with a dirty mind might interpret the business card as a
way to “connect” with the Marine later.
Mr. Brown and I
seemed to get along fine … until the awards luncheon. Just one week later, I
got canned because I wrote my name on one of our business cards, as requested.
Totally weird, but also typical of the actions of older homophobes.
Mr. Brown
artificially took a very kind jester to a Marine who had asked for the card,
and made into something so serious that it could warrant a dismissal from the
NMCRS offices.
My life has
suddenly gone from my personal pride serving on the base in a nightmare in my
mind. I’m having serious difficulties sleeping and can’t get this nightmare out
of my thinking.
I have asked for
several investigations to determine if Mr. Brown violated any rules, including
a due-process challenge. I am also asking for the immediate return of my base
ID card.
I’m a senior
citizen and one attorney said he thinks this may also be a good case of elder
abuse.
“Don’t Ask,
Don’t Tell” is very much alive at MCRD.