Thursday, June 18, 2009
Gay People and the Hatred that Kills
The scary thing about homophobic violence is that it can happen suddenly and anywhere.
In the crowded streets of Sao Paolo.
Or a quiet street in Toronto.
"They were drunk and had open beer bottles in their hands," says John. "When they approached us they were making remarks as 'faggot,' 'fudge packer' and 'you and your girlfriend.'"
When cowards attack. And even the police are no help.
John says he isn't impressed by 911's handling of his first call, made while he and Majikwa were being hassled but before he was allegedly struck.
"[The 911 operator] insisted that we walk away and hung up the phone," he says. "Could you imagine that?"
Then they wonder why more hate crimes are not reported.
When everybody knows the homophobia that fuels the violence is in the schools, it's in the streets, it's at work, it's EVERYWHERE. You're not even safe in your own home.
A B.C. Supreme Court justice has rebuked a well-heeled family for harassing a gay couple living next door to them in an upscale Vancouver condo.
Court heard the Harrisons played annoyingly loud music, summoned the police with false accusations, tried to instigate fist fights, hurled slurs, let the air out of the couple's car tires and threatened to kill their cat.
So why aren't we doing more to fight homophobia...like they are in the more advanced European countries? Answer: because this is Canada where bad things don't happen.
Except that they do. I've been attacked by drunken homophobes at least a dozen times, and if I didn't know how to fight ...or run.... I probably wouldn't be here today. I'd be dead or lying in some hospital with brain damage. Because they ALWAYS go for the head.
And who will be next? Your brother, your sister, your friend, your neighbour, or you or me and my lover? Hurt or killed just for who we are.
Because that's one thing we all know. One thing we can't escape.
Until this crazy hate is crushed. Until these violent bigots are leashed or jailed.
Tomorrow could be our lucky day.
Or it could be our last one...