Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Tired of the same old excuses

Another post from me telling white liberals how to be. Hey, some people charge money for this sh*t. For you, this one is free.

This is a repost from a comment I made here:

Thank you Dr. Pierce.

I absolutely agree with you. I have to say though, I am beyond tired of the same old excuses. There really should be no more excuses... It's time for white liberals to stop making excuses for themselves around racism.

No more "but we have a black president"

No more "I grew up in a latino neighborhood, I understand what it's like.

"No more "I'm a gay man, I experience more oppression than African Americans and Hispanics"

No more "I don't know why you are so angry, what did i ever do to you?"

No more "I'm done being Politically Correct, I just want to be myself"

No more PC. I believe that Political Correctness was made up by white people to alleviate their guilt, and is being rejected by the same white people because it has become inconvenient.

I have a lot of white friends who get it. They do their work, they are accountable and self aware and not afraid of owning their privilege and using it for the greater good of all. It's not that hard once you let go of the fear of messing up sometimes and OWNing it all of the time.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Heavy Hearted Angry Brown Man, With Love

Today my heart is happy and heavy.

Last night I dreamed of racism and today I had a painful exchange regarding racism. I'm tired of white people chiming in on discussions of racism and taking up more space than anyone else. It's usually in defense of something that is being call out as racist or of being called out themselves.

I listened to President Obama's Inaguration speech today and was moved and sorrowful. This was a happy moment for everyone around me. A happy moment indeed. The tears that nearly escaped my eyes were a blend of sorrow, relief, and somewhere in there: joy. The sorrow was for the total invisibility of American Indians at the "We Are One" show yesterday and of course at the Inaguration its self.

I was annoyed with myself for not being able to feel total elation and joy during our President's speech today. The heart does its own thing though and mine was constricted and weighed down. All of this celebration with an elephant in the room.

Today I argued with someone because when I spoke of the lack of people indiginous to this land in the celebrations, she said that it would have been so powerful to have a ceremonial presence. I wrote back that I wasn't talking about a ceremonial presence, but that I was talking about true representation. Ok, I was more snarky than that. I was annoyed because any time anyone thinks of Indians, they think of feathers and peace pipes and tribal dancing.

What I said was "To be clear...I'm not talking about a cermonial presence. I'm talking about non stereotypical representation of the first people of this nation. Not a romanticized tribal dance or song performed by a "mystical native" minstrel."

She responded in defense saying "They actually do ceremonial dances Storm, it can't that be honored without it being a "minstrel show?""

It went down hill from there. Later she reframed what she was saying in the first response talking about she meant having a presence in the inagural ceremony.

Why can't white people just be accountable? Or even an "oh, I can see how what I said sounded like that. Thanks for pointing that out. What I meant was..."

Instead I sit here thinking about how I'm only perpetuating the "Angry Brown Man" stereotype and what could I have done differently? How do I effectively call shit out without pissing people off and ending up confused myself? Racism does that. Makes folks of color feeling like we stepped out of line.

The thing is, I do step out of line. I say fucked up racist shit and make assumptions and respond to people based on racist, sexist, ableist, ageist, classist, and yes even transphobic and homophobic stereotypes. But shit, you call me out on that and I will shut up and listen. That's not a hard thing for me to do. It's painful, yes. It's embarrasing, yes. But I don't know of any other way we will overcome.

Today was a day to rejoice. President Barack Obama is music to my ears. I truly look forward to what is to come. I know it won't be perfect. But I do know I can hold both the good in the sorrowful in my heart. I look forward to the times when pure joy and love take over. I allow for the times when I'm angry or sorrowful. "Both and" is what my sweetie calls it. "All and" might be more like it.

Blessings on this beautiful day. Heaviness and all.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Equal rights for LGBT's is not the end point..

Last nights march was amazing. There were thousands of
people and from what I understand late last night, no
arrests were reported. I understand that there is a time
and place for civil disobedience and also believe that
there is a time and place for peaceful protest. I believe
last night's protest was successful and am really glad the
word got around so fast to keep it peaceful.

Now if we could harness that energy for coalition building
among all oppressed groups. Equal rights for LGBTs is not
an end point... How do we use this time and energy to build
bridges without simply using other causes and other
oppressed people for our own benefit?

I know it's happening and that so many of you are already
doing this work.
I would love to hear peoples' thoughts on this.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Spontaneous No on 8 march last night

I went to the candle light vigil at Civic Center tonight. There seemed to be about 2,000 people there. Maybe more. I hung out in the back and couldn't hear much at all, but people were very high spirited and responding very enthusiastically to the different speakers. I couldn't see very well who was speaking. After the rally, a bunch of us (maybe a few hundred) took to the streets and walked with signs and candles to the Castro. We blocked traffic on Market St. We chanted and tried to get folks to march with us. There were definitely more people marching the closer we got to Castro. We ended up in the intersectoin of 18th and Castro and chanted and cheered and eventually dispersed.

Call me greedy, but I wanted more people to follow us. Like in Rocky II. I wanted us to be the homo pied pipers and have everyone drop what they were doing to follow. Spilling out of Martunis with their cocktails, bringing the Mint out to the streets with covers of "I Will Survive" and I wanted us all to end it all with a spiral dance or a sleep in in the middle of 18th and Castro. Although that would have been even cooler at Civic Center. But blocking traffic on Market felt like a really good thing.

Where are all of the queer brujos y brujas? Let's get some street ritual going...

Saturday, November 1, 2008

News Fast

Praying for our next president to be Barack. Wishing him and his family long healthy happy lives. May Barack Hussein Obama live to be a happy healthy old man. May he be the next president of the United States.

In the meantime, I'm taking a break from the news. Even from my new favorite blog: The Kitchen Table: Need to spend time sending out positive messages out to the universe, building strength, grounding and centering for what is next.