Yesterday,
tragedy struck the queer community. A lone gunman walked into a gay bar in
Orlando, Florida, and committed the largest mass shooting and hate crime in
American history. With his legally obtained assault rifle, he opened fire and
killed 50 people, severely injuring 53 more. That morning 103 families were
woken up to some of the worst news imaginable.
The
pain those families are going through is unimaginable, and the knowledge that
their children died because of hate must only make it worse. I’ve always
considered the queer community to be a family, because we are, and the news devastated
me. I don’t know any of the victims, but yesterday I wept for hours because my family lost 50 brothers. I felt their
deaths in my heart, and I wept. I could barely focus, and with each new piece
of information, with each new tweet or message of support, my sorrow grew. I
was heartened by the love and support I was seeing, but for each message of
support there dozens of messages purporting hate. Fundamentalists saying that if
“those people” weren’t gay it wouldn’t have happened! Racists coming out of
everywhere shouting to get the Muslims out of their country. With each passing
hour each side grew in numbers. To top it off, news agencies weren’t even
calling it a gay bar. They were trying to downplay the hate crime and make it
all about the shooter.
The
shooter doesn’t matter in this narrative, what matters is the people who were
lost. Good men with families and friends and lovers. The incalculable number of
people who were hurt by the hate. The brave people who went out to the vigils
last night. The queer people, who with renewed fear in their hearts, stood
proudly in the face of this hate and went out. The people who spent all day
yesterday getting any and all information out. And most of all, the victims.
This attack
would be vile anytime of year, but the fact that it happened during pride
month, a time when the queer community celebrates and feels safe, makes it all
the worse. I was at a pride event on Saturday. I was on a euphoric high all
day, and I woke Sunday still feeling the love! And then I saw the news. The
transition was jarring. I got angry first. I lashed out at those responsible
for the hate. I lashed out at the antiquated gun laws that allowed this to
happen. Then I got bitter. And then, finally, I mourned for the loss of those
50 brothers I never got a chance to meet. I sat and wept, quietly and
privately, for an hour or so. And then I acted. I spoke about the attack. I
shared information. In the end, whatever contributions I made were small, but I
did what my situation allowed me to do to help. To everyone who thinks that
they did not do enough yesterday, so long as you spread love and support, not
hate and bile, you did enough. If you made it through the day, you did enough.
To the
families of the victims, I cannot express my sympathy and empathy. I cannot
imagine the loss you are feeling right now. You have my love.
To the
queer community, we are shaken right now. But we showed the world that we can
endure horrific acts of hate without turning to violence. We showed the world
that no matter what they do to us, we will still stand strong with our family.
That we will continue to love and live. We showed the world that we are a
family.
I will
continue to mourn the loss of my brothers, and I will live for them. I will go
out with a renewed vigor and purpose. I will stand and speak for those who
cannot. I will not forget this vicious attack on our family, but I will not
react in violence, I will react in love. And I will continue to act in love so
long as I live.
Stay
strong. Stay safe.
All my
love.
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