Showing posts with label discrimination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label discrimination. Show all posts

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Violence: Why We Are Trayvon

There are a myriad of reasons why the murder, the trial, the circumstances, and the verdict of the Trayvon Martin case matter and why everyone should care. I think it's difficult for some people because the issue becomes about race, or about guns, or about violence, or about young people, when it's all of that and more. I think we, as a society, get too bogged down in our thoughts on one subject and when things like this happen we're polarized by it because it's all about one thing. Sandy Hook is another good example of this, but that's not what I've been thinking about today.

It's about guns.

We have some laws concerning weapons and firearms in this country that are janky as hell. Some say we're not enforcing the laws we have; to which I say then we need to be doing something other than what we're doing. Some say our laws aren't strict enough; to which I say we need to be doing something other than what we're doing. Some say that having laws concerning weapons and firearms is treading on our Second Amendment rights; to which I say deal. With rights come responsibilities, and some of these crazy-ass people wailing about their rights really should check themselves.

Now, I'm afraid of guns. I'm also afraid of cold water, dead things, and militant republicans, but I do not like guns. I understand that I have the right to keep and bear arms, and I think that's a beautiful thing. However, I like to drink and have a bad temper, and my temper does not need a loaded firearm. That's just me. I have the right to choose not to be armed, and I like having that right, too. Just because we can do something does not mean it is a good idea, and there are folks whose arguments (usually ARGUMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) that I've read and heard about that make me wish more people thought critically about maybe not being armed. ARE THESE REALLY THE PEOPLE WE WANT HAVING ACCESS TO WEAPONS?? THE ALL-CAPS PEOPLE?? Are they pissed, or do they just type loud?? They can be scarier than an unarmed black child.

Seriously, folks. Just because you can does not mean you must, and just because some people want there to be open, forthright discussion regarding who, when, and why individuals carry does not mean that you'll no longer be able to bring a loaded pink gun to the country club like Whitney on Big, Rich Texas. I know I would do something stupid like drop my loaded gun and have it hit some innocent person who is just buying groceries. I'd be the dipshit you read about that blows a hole in the bottom of her purse and shoots a friend's kneecap off. So, I don't carry firearms. I'm just sayin' that sometimes I wish more people would examine why they exercise their rights rather than just doing so because they can. We also have freedom of speech; doesn't mean we should not consider the ramifications of the things we say. Ya dig??

Now, I'm not a constitutional scholar, but wasn't the thing written so that we could change it in the future?? Isn't that why we have amendments in the first place?? I'm not trying to go off on a didactic tangent like I know something everyone else doesn't, but come on. Let's get real: there are people who are simply not responsible enough to legally keep and bear arms. As the great Judy Tenuta once said, “wear sleeveless gowns.” If you're too irresponsible to operate a motor vehicle you lose your license. If you're too irresponsible to take care of your kids they get taken away from you. Maybe I'm cray-cray, but should the same not be true for firearms??

Especially military-style ones, but perhaps that's another subject for another time. What's the problem with telling people no?? I understand that some people don't like the word no, and that saying no can be very taboo, but it's necessary sometimes whether some zealot is SCREAMING ABOUT IT or not.

Our rights have become too fucked with in this country. We've got the religious right claiming that their rights are being infringed upon by being told that kids at school might not be allowed to call other kids fags or dykes or sluts or to kill themselves, because evidently that's what God is telling kids to do at school these days. Or birth control. We've got religious business owners whinging in one breath about how having an insurance policy available to employees that includes access to birth control kicks their freedom of religion in the groin while yelling about Sharia law in the United States in the next. Y'know what sounds a lot like Sharia law?? Anti-choice politics. We've got these militant stand-your-ground motherfuckers that are so standing their ground that they're willing to threaten to shoot someone who is being rude in Little Cesar's. We've got women being arrested when a man beats her. Pregnant women being arrested for miscarrying. My grandma used to say that your rights end where the next person's nose begins, but that does not appear to be the case anymore. And that's a huge problem.

We're violent, we're opinionated, and we're opinionated to the point of violence, and that is how American society is seen in this world. Seriously, I have friends in Canada, Australia and the UK and they've asked me to “explain this shit.” And that's a direct quote. It's embarrassing!!

So, while I respect the Second Amendment, I don't get the whole gun thing. I know this is just my opinion, which is fine, but what is the deal?? Some of these people are so intense about it. Are they bored?? What's going on that they are so exuberant over not just their rights but their inanimate objects that were designed to kill?? I mean, YELLING ON THE INTERNET people. They're a large part of why guns scare me: guns don't scare me nearly as much as these people with guns scare me.

It's about race.

Honestly, I don't feel like I can lend a whole lot to the topic. I hear people saying that if we stopped talking about racism that there would be no more racism, but really all that solves is white people having to think about racism. We have the privilege of not dealing with it every day. And I do see discrimination when I look around at all manner of people. Sometimes it's about me, being a low-income single mom, but most often it's being directed at someone else. That doesn't make it easy for me to watch. George Zimmerman discriminated against Trayvon Martin because of his race. He was a young, black kid so he must be a thug. I see stuff like this and it makes me fucking sick. I'll never be a young, African-American man, so I can't speak to that experience, and I know that somewhere in our souls we've all felt the sting of some form of discrimination (racism, classism, sexism, etc). It sucks, and yet we keep on doing it to each other. Some people are so butthurt that the president is a black man who dares address the subject of race ever to the point that they think he hates white people. Without a map to follow that logic, I'm lost. We're too into ourselves sometimes, and we don't see what's happening around us. Again, I think that's why we do things like hoard weapons, worry that someone is going to get us, and become so overtly wary of others that we openly practice discrimination in many, many forms.

There's also this genus of (usually white conservative) people that argue about why Trayvon Martin is more important than other victims of violence. And he's not. Some people become the Face Guy for a cause, or an issue. Guy Fawkes wasn't the nicest person ever, and he's the Face Guy (pun intended) for Anonymous. Of course Baby Santiago is important. Of course Oscar Grant is important. Hadiya Pendleton is important. Matthew Sheperd is important. Malala Yusefzai is important. They become a symbol of how innocent people can be, and are repeatedly, victimized by violent, irresponsible, hateful people. They're hardly the only ones. Maybe I missed a memo, but I am not aware of anyone that cares more about Trayvon Martin than Jordan Russell. We're just more aware of one. We applaud Malala for being brave, for being a hero, because she is, but she's hardly the only young woman to be victimized by the Taliban. Violence is violence is violence, and it's everywhere. It doesn't have a race, or a gender, or a nationality, or a religion, though sometimes the people that we see as representations of said violence are women, minorities, foreigners, gay or lesbian, etc.

If President Barack Obama stood at a podium and gave a memorial to every individual that was a victim of violence in the US, he would never do anything else. That would be his job. That's how much violence we have. Not that one person matters more than another. I know that this is a difficult concept for some people.

And we blame “the media,” which is ridonkulous because in this day and age we participate in media. We are media. We imbibe in it every day. We take to social media to bitch about how the media sucks.

Too many people are too violent, and too many of us are standing back making excuses for them. Trayvon smoked a little weed shortly before his death, and posted thuggish photos on social media. So I guess when I drink and wear revealing clothing that I deserve violence, too?? I know there are people that think this way, and it would be most rad if they picked their knuckles up off the ground and used their brain before their mouth, but some folks can't operate more than one body part at a time.

It's about young people.

That's how young people act online. There is a huge generation gap between some kids Trayvon's age and some of their parents, and that's another issue. But it does not make kids who maybe make questionable choices deserving of a violent death. If it did, pretty much all of my friends and I would have been picked off years ago.

I don't know what the solution is. Honestly, Trayvon looked like a kid my daughter would be friends with. And, chances are, he was. Why is that so frightening to some people?? I just don't understand it. I think that too many people are totally insensitive to the fact that a young man was murdered in a culture of senseless violence. My heart breaks for his parents every time I hear some jackwagon like Ted Nugent say that Trayvon got what he deserved. What a horrible thing to say!! I can't even wrap my head around it, but there it is: everywhere. We should be ashamed of ourselves.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Lady Gaga, in the Tacoma Dome, with the Discriminatory Event Staff.

Lady Gaga, in the Tacoma Dome, with the Discriminatory Event Staff.
Saturday, August 21, 2010

We’ve all heard by now what an amazing performer Lady Gaga is. I stand here today to tell you that she has earned every bit of that reputation; everyone else in the world was not lying. I’ve been to a lot of shows, and it’s rare to see such audacious, extravagant, unrestrained fervor on stage. It’s evident in every movement she makes, every silly-brilliant thing she says, every blow-your-mind-out performance she gives that she puts her heart, soul, mind, body, lungs, brain and several other organs out there for her audience, and that she loves what she does or there’s no way she could do it.

This is not, however, a review of another Lady Gaga show. This is the very true story about one of my dearest friends and how she had a shitty night being discriminated against by the event staff at the Tacoma Dome on Saturday, August 21, 2010.

Victoria has been a wonderful friend of mine for over twenty years. Our children call each other cousins. We’ve been up one side and down the other, fighting and making up and fighting again. After all this time, I will do whatever I have to do to take up for her right now, because I was so fucking offended by the way she was treated on Saturday that part of me wants to boycott the T.Dome altogether even though I know it’s not the fault of the facility for hiring bad employees.

Victoria is a woman of size. Call her voluptuous, call her heavy, call her a big girl. Call her a fat chick. Call her what you want. When I use the word “fat” to describe someone or something, I do my best not to use it as an insult but rather an adjective. Just as calling something “gay” when you mean “stupid,” calling someone “fat” when you’re angry at them and for no other reason is cruel and unnecessary. But whatev. Victoria’s fat, and she’s hotter than most thin chicks I know. So, there, bitches.

So, on Saturday we only left two hours before the show started and only found our seats less than two minutes before the show started. The last thing I saw before the lights went down was my good friend’s dejected face from 15 seats away, standing in the isle in between the bleachers saying “I can’t get there.” She turned and walked back down the stairs.

As soon as I had a chance (I was with other people, one of whom is a child who I could not conscionably leave alone in her seat until another adult came), I found Victoria standing at the railing by the entrance to our section. “Glitter and Grease” was, what, Gaga’s second song of the night and people were already coming up to Victoria and telling her she had to go to her seat. Ten minutes into what should have been a phenomenal show and Victoria and I are both pissed.

We stood at the railing for as long as we could before another individual came along telling us we had to move along. This was the first guy I spoke to, and he was nice. I said “my friend can’t get to her seat and I’m not leaving her here by herself.” I pointed to Victoria and he said we could stand there so long as we tried not to block the isle. So, we tried to have some fun and rocked the fuck out, because Gaga is worth the price of admission.

Yeah. Every five minutes or so someone came along with a flashlight telling us we had to move. I don’t know if the word “buzzkill” has made it into the dictionary yet, but these torch-wielding assholes on power trips are the absolute definition. They were rude, giving my friend and I both dirty looks (which we had no problem returning, btw), telling us to move to the right, to the left, behind the line. Here, there. The fat chick gets a body check for being fat. The thin chick gets a body check for being dressed like a transvestite from the meat-packing district on Sex and the City.

In short, I say FUCK YOU!!

As Lady Gaga speaks to her audience about not discriminating against gay youth, I stood powerless as my fat friend was discriminated against for not being thin enough to get to our seats. Sure, if we’d arrived sooner perhaps we could have swapped seats with someone in our row and been on the isle, but that’s not how things panned out. In any case, she did not deserve to get the looks she got from the staff, to get the attitude she got from the staff. As a paying customer, I was absolutely furious to see one of my best friends being treated the way she was being treated. Had she had a broken leg, everyone would have said “poor her.” Had she been in a wheelchair, had MS, anything. When I was a kid I got picked on for being short and skinny. She got picked on for being fat. Now, here we stand, on a night when we’re supposed to be celebrating our birthdays together and having a good time and people are telling me I look great and treating her badly because she can’t go to her seat.

FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU!!

I fucking bought Victoria a ticket to see Lady Gaga with me so we could throw down and have some fun, and the only thing fun about the show was Lady Gaga, and that makes me so angry. I don’t have money to waste on having a shitty time at the expense of people who don’t understand the needs of people of size.

I went to sit with my family members for a bit, but I could not help but feel guilty when I lost sight of Victoria and went to stand with her again. She told me that they’d called staff member after staff member after staff member to tell her to take her seat. After a while she just started asking over and over and over again to send a supervisor she could talk to. As I joined her, and she was telling me this, a cross-looking woman with a flashlight approached me and demanded that I take my seat.

I said no. My friend was unable to take her seat, and I wasn’t leaving her to stand alone all damn night. Besides, we’d already been told we could stand as long as we refrained from blocking the isle, which was stained with more beer than I could have paid for with my last four paychecks. Were we really the biggest hazard present?? She called over a tall man to demand that I take my seat. I said no. My friend was unable to take her seat and I wasn’t leaving her to stand alone all damn night.

He didn’t seem happy. Guess what?? NEITHER THE FUCK WERE WE!!

They made everyone stand behind “the line”, where we could barely see the show. I started dancing on the line. Flashlight Chick, shortly thereafter dubbed the Sphincter Police (from Pretty Woman, get it??) grabbed my arm and told me to get back behind the line. I did my best “stomp the runway” Tyra Banks walk away from her, slapping fishnet-clad rear and screaming “KISS MY FAT ASS, BITCH!!” at the top of my lungs. I don’t know who heard it over Gaga, but I guess V said to the woman standing next to her with a smile on her face “that’s my friend.”

So, that was our Lady Gaga night. We danced, we sang, we shook our asses . . . when we weren’t being told to move or being given dirty looks or having a staff member roll their eyes and send over another staff member.

Hey, look. I understand that the employees in places like this make zero money and have to deal with assholes every night. Their job sucks. But when they do things like treat their customers badly because they’re unable to be in their designated space, they suck too. Especially when they’re unnecessarily mean about it. People laugh at fat people for being fat. I’m writing this to say that that is fucking cruel and hateful and needs to change with the same quickness that being cruel and hateful to gay people does. Fat people don’t need pity. Fat people don’t need diets. Fat people certainly don’t need people treating them badly because they’re not thin enough. As a “skinny bitch,” a label I was not comfortable with growing up, I got teased and picked on because of my lack of size. I will most likely never know what it’s like to live in a plus-size body, but I know what it feels like to be picked on because of my size, and I think it’s a bunch of bullshit. Standing back and watching my friend, who I think the world of, being picked on because of her weight, even as an adult, pissed me off more than you can even think about. I’m livid just writing this down. Whether you consider obesity to be a disability or not, if you’ve never experienced it then you shouldn’t make fun of it, or talk down to fat people or make them feel badly about themselves. I don’t care how cliché it is to say this, but until you’ve walked a mile in someone else’s fat-ass shoes, then FUCK OFF!!

Discrimination is discrimination is discrimination, and it sucks out loud.

What would Mother Monster say??