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The Degree to Which you Resist is the Degree to Which You Are Free!

Thursday, May 7th, 2009

It’s easy for many queer people to shrug of the idea of civil disobedience. We’re used to defeat and we’re used to accepting it. We’ve learned to stuff our anger down our throats because of the enormous risk that comes with shouting it from the rooftops. Civil disobedience has been called naïve by those who have turned cynical by the lack of progress made after years of struggle. It has been called reckless by those who believe the path to full equality is good behavior. There are those who believe that at the end of the day civil disobedience won’t really change anything, so why bother?

It’s true; Civil disobedience isn’t going to change the minds of the Supreme Court justices or convince the bigots to join PFLAG.

It’s going to change us. It’s going to change the way w e feel about ourselves, our place in the world, and our value as human beings. I know this because when I found out that fifteen people had been arrested for blocking an on-ramp during the November 15th protests it changed how I felt about being queer. I had never seen us fight back before.

The first queer person I knew was a Mormon lesbian who committed suicide. I was eleven. By that point, I knew about Matthew Shepard. At thirteen I saw Boys Don’t Cry in which Brandon Teena, a transman (finally, someone like me!), was gang raped and murdered.

Lawrence King. Gwen Araujo. Angie Zapata. Simmie Williams. “Corrective rape” used to “fix” lesbians in South Africa. The execution of gay Iraqis. The staggering rate of suicide and attempted suicide among LGBTIQ youth.

These things are real. These things are things that have happened to me, to my friends, to my community. It’s on the news, it’s in t he paper. But these are not the only stories that will be told about us, not anymore. We are utilizing nonviolent direct action, the same methods that have led countless movements for social justice and civil rights. We are fighting back with our bodies and our hearts, the only weapons that have ever truly mattered

Bill Kraus said it best in 1980:

“The problem lies not in evil personalities or traitorous acts, but rather in the political orientation which believes that an oppressed group gets what it needs by being careful not to offend the powerful. The problem lies in the desire to protect the little we have gotten by not risking a fight for what we deserve. The problem lies in believing that what we have gotten is somehow a favor given by politicians rather than the politicians’ recognition of what we have the political power to get.”

Why I want to be an activist.

Tuesday, December 9th, 2008

What can I say? The fact that a majority of voting Californians want to take away some hard-earned (must we fight?) rights from me, my partner and hundreds of thousands of others just like me has angered me to act. Finally, my luxurious life as a middle-aged bisexual woman (among other things) living in a 9-year lesbian relationship has born the fruit of unrest, dissatisfaction and the inability to keep quiet. And, this fruit is oh, so sweet. It tastes like purpose, like motivation, like action, like inspiration, like joy and determination. And, I will be spreading it around, maybe making jam of it and selling it at Mormon breakfasts, giving out samples at Catholic sacraments, hocking it roadside in the Central Valley, starring it in a movie in L.A. or to decorate the White House cookies during this lovely Christmas (yes, raised Catholic) season.

I want to be an activist because I must.

One of the things I said to people after the vote on prop 8…what is this gonna take…the firehoses? That is the image that came to my mind. Yeah, I saw it…on the news…at the time. I want some credit for being around awhile. These are things that shape our culture; that speak louder than words (blog, blog, blog). Anyway, it has to be done and who better than me. We have to step up. But, now, I talked to my dad about this, he is older than even me, and he was fully supportive of action, but not so about getting arrested. He is a retired police officer and has a certain perspective. He asked me some good questions. Like, how will it affect your ability to get work in the future if you need another job? How will it affect your current job? What about getting a loan? What does an arrest record mean for me (and you) as an average person? Basically, what is the cost that it will incur on a life? What will the sacrifice be? And, can we make an informed choice so as to be willing?