7May ‘12

A Dialogue With My 86-year-old Grandmother About LGBT Rights & Marriage Equality

  • http: //www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/02/29/gay-activists-grandparents-marriage-equality_n_1310537.html
  • I saw this article earlier this afternoon and I got suddenly curious how my 86yo grandmother felt about marriage equality and LGBT rights. Since she's often hilarious, I decided to interview her on the phone and post it here. I put it on speakerphone, recorded it, then transcribed it. She's in Miami, and Cuban-born, so this is translated from Spanish. She's a pretty feisty lady. I want to be her when I grow up. Here's what she said.
  • Me: Grandma, what do you think about this couple in their 90s supporting their gay grandkids in the fight for marriage equality?
  • Grandma: I think it's very nice. You have to support your family, no matter who they are. You can't reject people for things like that.
  • Me: If you had gay or lesbian family, would you do the same?
  • Grandma: I don't know if I could make a video like those people. They speak English.
  • Me: What about in Spanish? Would you make videos supporting marriage equality in Spanish.
  • Grandma: Ay... don't get any ideas. I don't want to make a video.
  • Me: But is it okay if I post this on the Internet? On one of my websites
  • Grandma: Ignorant people might yell at you.
  • Me: Oh, that's okay, I don't mind.
  • Grandma: Yes, you can put what I said on the Internet.
  • Me: Okay. So do you support gay and lesbian people getting married?
  • Grandma: I think gay people should be able to get married. Times have changed. Even my ideas have changed. There used to be a lot of ignorance and rumors about gay people, mostly because they had to live in hiding, you know, you couldn't be yourself out in public like they can be sometimes now. So I think people just made things up. But think gay people should be allowed to live their lives like everyone else.
  • Me: Would you go to a gay wedding?
  • Grandma: Yes, I would. It would probably be more lively than a regular one. I hate weddings. They're so boring.
  • Me: They really are. What do you think about people who protest gay marriage?
  • Grandma: Oh. Idiots.
  • Me: They're wrong?
  • Grandma: Idiots. Dumb people with nothing better to do. Out of all the things to protest. They should be out trying to do some good in the world instead.
  • Me: Do you think you would have felt the same way when you were my age?
  • Grandma: (Pauses) I don't think I gave it any thought. People didn't talk about these things back then. There was a lot of ignorance. Everybody knew gay people, of course, but people didn't talk about it in normal conversation, much less in public like on the news now. I think that's good. Talking is always good. When people know things, they can make up their own minds.I would like to think that maybe with a little information and thinking about it, I would feel the same way.
  • Me: Do you think gay people should be able to adopt kids?
  • Grandma: Of course.
  • Me: As a Christian, what do you think the Bible says about gay people?
  • Grandma: The Bible is very clear that Jesus doesn't care about race or gender or where you came from or anything. He loves everyone.
  • Me: What about the parts of the Bible that says gay people should be stoned to death?
  • Grandma: We don't stone people to death anymore...
  • Me: So you don't think that applies?
  • Grandma: I think God gave us some common sense to be able to figure out what parts were meant for forever, like "don't kill" and "don't steal" and "be good to people," and what parts were just a record of the society people lived in back then. We don't hide women in the dark during their periods anymore, either. Things like that.
  • Me: What about gays in the military? Do you think that should be allowed?
  • Grandma: You know, when I heard President Obama had helped made that legal, I was surprised it already wasn't. If you're willing to pick up a gun and go fight in some war somewhere for my freedom, I'm not willing to do that, so if you are, I don't care if you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend or fifteen cats.
  • Me: Yeah, I think most people supported that one.
  • Grandma: It's like I told you. God gave us common sense for a reason.
  • Me: I know you've had a few close gay male friends. Have you ever had a lesbian friend?
  • Grandma: I did in Cuba. She was my neighbor and she did everyone's hair on the block. You couldn't really tell she was a lesbian, but she told me, after many years of knowing her.
  • Me: What do you mean by "you couldn't tell she was a lesbian?"
  • Grandma: Well, she was very glamorous. She looked like a movie star all the time - that's why she did everyone's hair. Some lesbians, you can tell.
  • Me: In English, they call the ability to tell if someone's gay "gaydar." Like "radar" but for "gay."
  • Grandma: Oh! I think I have that.
  • Me: You think you have good gaydar?
  • Grandma: Well, I was an artist, so I was around a lot of gay men. And I can usually tell, but Paula fooled me.
  • Me: The slang term for lesbians who are very conventionally feminine in English is "lipstick lesbian."
  • Grandma: She did wear lipstick!
  • Me: Do you think a lot of older people think like you do?
  • Grandma: I think so. A lot of older people keep up with the news better than you think. And you get to be my age and you realize a lot of past mistakes in your thinking. You realize that a lot of things you think mattered, really don't. And the people who don't think like that, it's mostly because they don't know any better. But even at my age, people can be taught.
  • Me: Thank you, Pupa.
  • Grandma: You should show me your website when you put this up. I hope a lot of people read it.

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26Mar ‘12

Apology To My Brown Boy

You don’t sleep
you take nightfall as suggestion
welcome most morning before the sun
you dimpled face and brown
run on both solar and lunar energy
before you came, this was my only worry
that you would watch morning from the wrong side
that you would be all moving parts and jump starts

I wish this was my only fear for you
Now that you no longer occupy my womb
you have taken over my heart
so how do I protect you from this world?
How do I convince them that you are still
more chubby cheek and wide-eyed
than scowl and suspicion?

in my eyes, you are still preemie
still five pounds, 3 ounces of wrinkle and yawn
you eventually grew
into first laugh
into flurry of knees over hands
into first stumble
into unsteady steps
into first words
into always moving
into always talking

until

you are five years into this life journey
each day your body grows towards manhood
each day your legs lengthen
each day your face shows traces of the men that share your DNA
each day you become consumed with what manhood means
each day your mother swallows her heart

I wish I could freeze you in these moments
keep you young boy and safe forever
I don’t trust this world
but I don’t want you to own this fear
you smile before your eyes open for morning
laugh with strangers
call them friend before they give you a reason not to
call them friend even when they do
why can’t I keep you like this?
why can’t the world see you like I do?
innocent
worthy of life
perfectly human

You ask me about the boy who face still
holds the soft roundness you recognize
ask me why his mother is on TV crying
ask me why his father won’t smile
ask me why they are all talking about this boy
ask me why they’re marching
why is everyone so sad, mommy?
What happened?
Who is Trayvon?
Why was he killed?
Do I have to stop wearing my favorite jacket?

What do I say to you?
How do I answer your questions
without inviting you to my fear?
How do I make sense of this for you?
you smiling, brown faced boy
you lover of candy and soft drinks
and hooded sweatshirts that make you feel big
and tall like your uncles
you who runs when scared
fights back when cornered
how do I protect you from this?
How can I teach you to love this world
when I’m not convinced this world will love you back

My Boogie
my baby

there are thousands who love you sight unseen
but I can not bare the thought of losing you
if just one refuses to see your light
I wish this wasn’t a possibility

and it doesn’t get easier
I come to you every morning wishing it would
wishing I would have the words to save you
tell you that it is as simple as what you wear
or how you sound
or who you hang with

When the hood isn’t safe
but it is
when the suburbs aren’t safe
but they are
when the best schools won’t help
when the worst ones won’t teach you
when it’s not about who your friends are
but also about what company you keep
when it’s everything and nothing

when there is no reason
No justification
no apologies to turn to dust in their mouths

when none of the answers make sense
and the questions keep coming
what do I say to you?

Each morning,
the sun storms unwelcomed through my window
and a killer is still free
when every year there’s another story
another murder
another bloodied body that owns your face
and they are never sorry

How do I tell you to keep smiling?
To keep living?
To keep breathing?
I just do.

I keep the names of the dead firmly beneath my tongue
I hope this prevents you from turning hollow with my fear
prevents you from losing your love of candy

and if they come for you
they will know they took the heart from the lion
but they didn’t make you eat it
so forget the news
turn it off
ignore it

go play.
go laugh.
go live the life you were intended

let me deal with this
I will make sure you have a morning worth rising for.

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Where The Killing Of A Fictional Black Child Exposes How We Feel About The Killing Of A Real Black Child

… there’s a sickening bottom line in this country, and it is simply that certain people’s lives are valued less than others. I don’t know how we continue on as a society knowing this. Because a society where mothers of black boys have to worry that when their children run out for candy, they might never come back–that society is broken. A society where the Muslim mother of five children could be beaten to death in her own bed where her killer left a note that reads “go back to your country, you terrorist” is a society that demands to be fixed. Every piece of legislation that criminalizes a person’s skin color–whether with regard to immigration or homeland security or law enforcement–needs to be challenged. Every cultural message that says one race is “less than” another needs to be checked. Is it a movie we’re watching about a dystopia that doesn’t give a shit about its disenfranchised or are we living it? The line for me has become increasingly blurred.

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People of color, women, and gays—who now have greater access to the centers of influence than ever before—are under pressure to be well-behaved when talking about their struggles. There is an expectation that we can talk about sins but no one must be identified as a sinner: newspapers love to describe words or deeds as ‘racially charged’ even in those cases when it would be more honest to say ‘racist’; we agree that there is rampant misogyny, but misogynists are nowhere to be found; homophobia is a problem but no one is homophobic. One cumulative effect of this policed language is that when someone dares to point out something as obvious as white privilege, it is seen as unduly provocative. Marginalized voices in America have fewer and fewer avenues to speak plainly about what they suffer; the effect of this enforced civility is that those voices are falsified or blocked entirely from the discourse. Teju Cole, The Atlantic

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Racist Hunger Games Fans Are Very Disappointed

*sigh*…

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Foolish optimist. Believe in love, friendship, and the good in everyone. Dusk dispirits me. Night inspires me.

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