(no subject)
Being queer has no bearing on race
or class
or creed
my white publicist said
true love is never affected by color
or country
or the carnal need for cash
I curb the flashes of me crashing across the table
to knock his blond skin
from Manhattan
to Montego Bay to witness
the bloody beatings of beautiful brown boys
accused of the homosexual crime of buggery
amidst the new fangled fallacies
of sexual and racial freedom for all
these under-informed
self-congratulating
pseudo-intellectual utterances
reflect how apolitical the left has become
I don’t know why
but the term lesbian just seems so
confrontational to me
why can’t you people just say you date
other people?
Again I say nothing
tongue and courage tied with fear
I am at once livid
ashamed and paralyzed
by the neo-conservatism
breeding malicious amongst us
Gay
Lesbian
Bisexual
Transgender
Ally
Questioning
Two spirit
Non-gender conforming-every year we add a new letter
our community is happily expanding beyond the scope
of the dream stonewall sparked within us
yet everyday
I become more afraid to say black
or lesbian
or woman-everyday
under the pretense of unity I swallow something I should have said
about the epidemic of AIDS in Africa
or the violence against teenage-girls in East New York
or the mortality rate of young boys on the south-side of Chicago
even in friendly conversation
I get the bell hooks-ian urge
to kill mother-fuckers who say stupid shit to me
all day
bitter branches of things I cannot say out loud
sprout deviant from my neck
fuck you-you-fucking-racist-sexist-turd
fuck you for wanting to talk about homophobia
while you exploit the desperation of undocumented immigrants
to clean your hallways
bathe your children and cook your dinner
for less than you and I spend on our tax deductible lunch!
I want to scream
all oppression is connected you dick!
at the heart of every radical action in history
stood the dykes who were feminists
the anti-racists who were gay rights activists
the men who believed being vulnerable
could only make our community stronger
as the violence against us increases
where are the LGBT centers in those neighborhoods
where assaults occur most frequently?
as the tide of the Supreme Court changes
where are the LGBT marches
to support a woman’s right to an abortion?
what say we about health insurance
for those who can least afford it?
HIV/AIDS was once a reason for gay white men to act up
now your indifference spells the death
of straight black women
and imprisoned Latino boys
apparently
if the tragedy does not immediately impact you
you don’t give a fuck
offer a social ladder to those of us inclined to climb
and watch the bottom of a movement fall out
a revolution once pregnant with expectation
flounders
without direction the privileged and the plundered
grow listless
apathetic and individualistic no one knows
where to vote
or what to vote for anymore
the faces that represent us
have begun to look like the ones who used to burn crosses
and beat bulldaggers and fuck faggots up the ass
with loaded guns
the companies that sponsor our events
do not honor the way we live or love
or dance or pray
our life partnerships are deemed domestic
and the term marriage is reserved
for those unions sanctioned by a church controlled state
for all the landmarks we celebrate
we are still niggers
and faggots
and minstrel references
for jokes created on the funny pages of a heterosexual world
the horizons are changing
to keep pace with technology and policy alike
the LGBT manifesto has evolved into a corporate agenda
and outside that agenda
a woman is beaten every 12 seconds
every two minutes
a girl is raped somewhere in America
and while we stand here well-dressed and rejoicing
in India
in China
in South America a small child cuts the cloth
to construct you a new shirt
a new shoe
an old lifestyle held upright
by the engineered hunger and misuse of impoverished lives
gather round ye fags, dykes
trannies and all those in between
we are not simply at a political crossroad
we are buried knee deep in the quagmire
of a battle for our humanity
the powers that have always been
have already come for the Jew
the communist
and the trade unionist
the time to act is now!
Now! while there are still ways we can fight
Now! because the rights we have are still so very few
Now! because it is the right thing to do
Now! before you open the door to find
they have finally come
for you
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Dear activists and aspiring activists,
On Saturday night, I addressed the audience of the opening ceremonies
of the Gay Games in Chicago. The response in the Soldiers Field Stadium,
in the streets, in restaurants, and in your emails, has been one of the
most gratifying experiences of my activist career. Here I was thinking
that I was more or less alone with these concerns. Except for one or
two whispered conversations, no one was asking the obvious but difficult
questions dancing unanswered in my head. But there you were at the end
of my delivery, on your feet and numbered (incredibly numbered!), all
of us joyful in the discovery that we are only one in a sea of faces that
stand up, literally, for social justice.
Chicago has been good to us at the Games. Ninety-six degrees and above
keep us toasty in the testing of our personal bests. The Pampered Chef
convention is also in town. So housewives from around the country enter
the elevators giggling and asking how the gays are faring on the field.
The Hip Hop Convention will be here this weekend. That should make the
mix more interesting.
The locals have been very polite, even friendly as we navigate their
city of long walks to get anywhere. Chi-Town is one of my favorites in
the United States. Yes, it is true that the Windy City cuts brutal at
the ear nose and neck in the wintertime, but this summer, it laughs out
loud with the swimming dykes, running gay boys, soccer-ing trannies,
baseball-ing bisexuals, and spectator-ing allies.
It is/was good to be here for these games. It was good to have the
opportunity to say the words with which I have been struggling. I write
now to remind you of the power of the word. Say them, write them, make
them into T-shirts-if you have something to say, find a way to convey
it. The community, I believe, will find the way to receive it.
The speech/poem/rant is attached. Please pass it on, especially to the
people you know most need to read/hear/respond to it. In the tradition
of Bayard Rustin, Susan B. Anthony, June Jordan, Harvey Milk, and Audre
Lorde, let us interrogate the direction of our freedoms. Let us
continue to ask ourselves those questions that are hardest for us to hear.
With love and the most affectionate gratitude,
Staceyann