I had a really strong feeling that if I left Texas for a bit, my brain chemistry would change, and I was right. Even when I think about the traumatic events of Spring/Summer, I don’t spiral here. I am literally hungry, cold, and NOT depressed. This is why conferences are necessary for me- I finally have proof that there’s hope. I can’t change what was done to me, but maybe, with the help of these transient/temporary communities, I can move past it. The test is how I’ll feel once I’m back home.
The purpose of understanding your privilege isn’t to make you feel something. Not guilt, not shame, not anything else. It’s to help you understand that you have a set of things you take for granted that other people don’t have, so that you can change the way you act.
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There’s a message being sent here that black transgender women’s lives have no value. That it’s OK for trans women of color in this country to be in particular danger. That we’ll just have more Lashai McLeans, Tonya Harrells, NaNa Boo Macks, Chloe Alexander Moores, CeCe McDonalds and Islan Nettles.
I’m stating the obvious here, but it needs to be said: This shit is wrong. And until we can get underneath the irrational fear that cis men (yeah, I said it: cis men) have of transgender women; until cis men quit using battery of trans women as an assertion of their own maleness; until they understand that battering, stabbing, shooting at and killing trans women of color will actually result in prison time, this violence isn’t going to stop.
— Akiba Solomon
, on the murder of Islan Nettles & prosecutors dropping charges against Paris Wilson, the man who beat her to death in Harlem this past August. (via thepeoplesrecord
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The police “regret” the incident.
I can’t even fathom what it’s like to live somewhere where this is reality. Police brutality and killings are a norm in the U.S. It continues to be a grave reality for my friends of color in particular. To live in a place where this has never happened until now… it sounds like a dream.