King Dog supporting the Gay Mardi Gras 2016
http://www.theguardian.com/sport/co...way-to-go-but-at-least-rugby-league-is-trying
Jason King can’t dance. A former front-rower in the National Rugby League, he was captain of Manly Warringah Sea Eagles and a huge presence who thundered about the field like a Brahman bull. And watching him bop about to thumping bass beats aboard a float in Sydney’s Gay & Lesbian Mardi Gras is equal parts amusing and endearing. Because King, like rugby league, is having a go.
King and several other league luminaries are representing the game on the “Gayme On” float, a PR exercise looking to attach the NRL’s brand to the Mardi Gras, and show off the code to the 300,000 people lining the parade route, and to millions via traditional and social media. The “GAYNZ” bank with their “GayTMs” is looking to achieve the same thing.
The float’s tagline is “Pride in League” which declares that you can be proud of who you are in rugby league no matter your sexuality. And it’s a fine sentiment. It’s also largely bull****. In the 20 years since Ian Roberts famously came out to team-mates and the league-watching public, there have been exactly zero openly gay players in the National Rugby League. Not a one.
Yet the new dawn of rugby league inclusiveness starts here aboard this jaunty little float. This is the vanguard of the NRL’s attempt to position rugby league as the most cool, progressive, inclusive sporting code in the land.
Rugby league, after a knuckle-dragging past, is doing its best.
“It’s about helping people’s lives, making people feel comfortable in the rugby league community,” says float organiser Paul Langmack. “Whether you’re from Dubbo, Cabramatta or play in the
NRL, if you’re lesbian or transgender, you should feel comfortable.
“It doesn’t matter what’s happened in the past, mate, it’s about now. We could be dead tomorrow. It’s about helping people and making people happy, looking after your mates. And if you’re involved in rugby league you’re my mate and that’s all that matters.”
But pride in league? Without a single out-n-proud gay player in the National Rugby League? Without a currently-serving NRL player, gay or straight, aboard the float? As a wise man once said: yeah-nah.
Why yeah-nah? There are openly gay people in every walk of life, even in the church. Gay people can fix your teeth, campaign in a safe Liberal seat or fight for your freedom in Iraq. They can arrest you, massage you and fix your car. But they can’t entertain you on the footy field? At least while they’re honestly being themselves?
There is a gay referee, Matt Cecchin, who came out to maybe a week of publicity. And then most everyone got on with things (as almost everyone would if there was marriage equality, another story). It made no difference to the man’s refereeing – people still screeched at him to “
get ‘em onside” as they have since time immemorial. But he isn’t “Matt Cecchin, gay referee”. He’s Matt Cecchin, the ref who happens to be gay, just as he happens to have black hair. People almost forget it.
It helped Roberts that he was six-foot-five with arms like pork roasts, and could fight like a very angry bouncer. But it still took courage and maturity. Roberts was 30 when he came out. Courage? Nearby our float is the 78ers one, the original protest people who were bashed by police and risked being thrown off cliffs.
Disappeared. That’s bravery. They should be awarded medals for bravery. Certainly they are honoured this time every year by their tribe.
There are no out-n-proud (male) elite-level rugby union, Australian rules footy, A-League football or cricket players, though those sports have active gay clubs. Sydney’s Convicts have a 100-odd players, three grades and huge corporate support. There’s been famous gay swimmers. Field hockey has the Bent Stix. Golf has Karrie Webb.
And rugby league has a float.
Maybe it’s enough. Maybe the beginning is the thing. The declaration of support, the symbolism of that first baby step. Maybe the NRL’s brave (or not so brave, or in fact actually quite beneficial to their brand) jaunt up Oxford Street into the night and among the teeming masses, maybe it’s enough to convince one or two or five or 50 gay rugby league players to open up and declare themselves themselves.
But I doubt it, at least for a while. There isn’t a currently-serving NRL player, gay or otherwise, on the float. Instead it’s a bunch of “Ambassadors” out for a lark on a Saturday night at no personal cost. Well-intentioned, good people, for sure. But nothing to lose. And young rugby league players won’t feel comfortable announcing their sexuality to team-mates and the world until something tangible actually happens – someone comes out. And then someone else does. And another one, until it’s no longer news. And until the code, “the game” does something tangible to attract the LGBTQI community to rugby league, the float will remain a platitude. And closeted gays in dressing sheds aren’t stupid – they’re living the reality.
According to their website, the NRL’s “welfare and education forums on homophobia have reached over 5,000 players and officials from all walks of rugby league life, but this weekend’s spectacle will be it loudest message to fans.” So there you go.
And so we wave goodbye to King and Langmack and a happy crew of nice league people aboard the NRL’s Mardi Gras float as it chugs up Oxford Street with its awkward performers, the first baby steps of a former dinosaur, creaking into the brave new world. It’s a PR exercise, in the main. And largely symbolic. But rugby league is doing its best. And at least they’re having a go.