Marcus Wiebusch: "The day will come"
Before, say, 25 years we had never had a gay foreign minister or a gay mayor, Hape Kerkeling's love for a man was still secret, sex between men was still punishable by §175 StGB, there was no openly gay football player.
Today, homosexuality is no longer a big deal. The § 175 is since 1994 history. We have Guido Westerwelle calmly sent along with life partner through the world, we did not care, with whom Ole von Beust and Klaus Wowereit have done after work, the sexual orientation of show sizes interested us as long until we the "Gala" to scrolled through to the end. Only in football, department man, nothing has changed. Okay, Thomas Hitzelsperger came out in applause earlier this year, but that was after the end of his career. There is still no active professional footballer who can naturally stand by the fact that he loves a man.
has written a song about this condition. "The day will come" comes from his solo debut "Confetti". I played this piece to several friends. Not a single one was not affected or simply had goose bumps. Because Wiebusch, who has created as the head and singer of Kettcar some of the most beautiful and intelligent love songs of recent years, lets us sympathize with how unbearable the state of gay footballers is. How it is to always have to deny and hide, how the fear feels to be exposed, the fear that the own personality of 30, 40, 50,000 people in the stadium will be reduced to who one loves.
"The day will come" is seven minutes long, it's a love song disguised as a social charge, written with sledgehammer, sung, no, rapped with a rage that comes from deep within, a rage on bigoted solid posts, on outdated states, on an archaic macho world that may not be as her actors still believe.
I was a footballer myself, I stand in the stadium of FC St. Pauli, as often as possible. Not only do I share Wiebusch's favorite club, I also share with him the deep longing that this crappy discussion about gay footballers will come to an end. They exist. And probably the first outet would go through public limbo for a few days. Maybe he would feel better afterwards. Most likely, the love life of the second, third, fourth openly gay professionals would then go the way of all Westerwelles, Wowereits and Kerkeling: into the normal.
Incidentally, Wiebusch realized his short film with a crowdfunding campaign. In less than a week he had the 30,000 euros for the implementation together. 30 euros of it are from me.
