The mayor of San Antonio glares down at the electrician, who is bidding for a contract to wire some new public offices.
“Are you now, or have you ever been, a member of the Roman Catholic Church?”
The electrician looks puzzled, but his assistant Carlos, a man with more experience in political affairs, speaks up. “Mayor Castro,” he says, “my friend Mario was baptized a Roman Catholic, and went to Catholic schools, but that was a long time ago, and he wasn’t the only one, not by a long shot. But I can promise you that he hasn’t gone to church in all the fifteen years I’ve worked with him, except for at Easter and Christmas, and he only does that to please his mother.”
“That’s all well and good,” says Mayor Castro, “but it still is troubling that he should maintain any connection at all with an organization that won’t allow women into the priesthood, and that still insists that a man cannot marry another man.” He turns to Mario. “Sir,” he says, “can you give us any further assurance that you have never spoken or acted in such a way as to confirm these obnoxious teachings?”