I have great memories of my time in Boy Scouts. My brother and I were members of a big, active troop in Indianapolis. We met once a week in a log cabin behind a church. We camped out two or three times a year, for weekends, or longer in the summer. We had a blast running around the woods, hanging out with our dads, sitting around big campfires late into the night.
But it was serious, too. My family was not religious, and this was the first time I'd encountered such explicit rules for living an ethical, moral life. I took the oath we recited at each meeting seriously ("A Scout is: Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous, Kind, Obedient, Cheerful, Thrifty, Brave, Clean, and Reverent").
These are all still things I strive to be. This code would seem to prohibit the Scouts' current treatment of gay people, but it's been 40 years since I was a scout - maybe they've appended "Hypocritical" to the list since then.
I think the church sponsored our troop, but I don't remember religion being an important aspect of it, besides the generic "god and country" rhetoric, which did not feel nearly as sinister as it does these days. And I don't remember anyone ever saying that only certain kinds of people were welcome. In Indianapolis in the early 70s, the racial makeup of our schools and neighborhoods had radically changed in too short a time. There was a lot of tension in the air. But, though I can't speak to what was happening at the national level, there were white kids and black kids in our troop and I don't remember any bad feelings.
We were just a bunch of kids.