Showing posts with label Stonewall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stonewall. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 September 2017

G-A-Y, At Home and Abroad


As regular readers well know, I belong to a generation raised in an era that saw gay relationships as a criminal offence; homosexuality was a dirty word and gay-bashing more prevalent a hate crime than even racist motivated attacks. In some parts of the world, times have changed for the better although, as most if not all of us have discovered the hard way, there is no legislating for human nature's being accountable to itself.

Yes, there are now many gay people of both sexes whose families and friends have no problem with their sexuality, but there are also many others who - by whatever means, for whatever reasons – are made to feel they have no choice but to say nothing; a choice all the more tragic for being made not out of any real sense of shame for their sexuality but real love for those unable or unwilling to accept it. Like it or not, those socio-cultural-religious bigots who persist in any LGBT relationships need to accept that they always have been, and always will be integral to any society' social history. 

Many people insist ‘blood is thicker than water’. While I have good reason to dispute that, I prefer, in any case, to believe that true love, if not always the stronger, is by far the better and worthier match for hate and hate crime any day, and the more enduring. A favourite quote of mine, all the more profound for its simplicity, springs to mind:

‘Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.’ - Martin Luther King, Jr. [A Testament of Hope: the Essential Writings and Speeches]

“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.”- James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room



G-A-Y, AT HOME AND ABROAD

At home, G-A-Y
was a dirty word (or worse);
at school, fuel
for the bullies and bigots,
and scapegoats
for home truths in dark closets;
at work, something
best left hanging out to dry
in staff rooms

Slowly, but surely,
political correctness entered
the arena,
pro-LGBT legislation,
a warning to certain 
socio-cultural-religious forums
bent on feeding
feelings for hate crime as milk
to a new-born

Slowly, but surely,
G-A-Y began winning hearts
and minds …
if only among those intuitive
of formative years
surreptitiously (or openly)
shaping various
forms of socio-cultural-religious
nemeses to order 

At home, G-A-Y
becomes no less of a dirty word
for being ignored;
at school, it might well be OK
with (some) parents
but only for staying well clear
of the curriculum;
at work, still making the best
of good intentions

On the street, G-A-Y
starting to coming out, get a life,
despite the bullies
and bigots hogging headlines
meant to expose flaws
in any social history if (invariably)
perpetuating stereotypes;
Stonewall forever chipping away
at tablets of stone


Copyright R. N. Taber 2010

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

I am Stonewall, Making the Case for a Common Humanity

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R._N._Taber

Sunday, June 28, marks the anniversary of the Stonewall riots in 1969, the event largely regarded as a catalyst for the LGBT movement for civil rights in the United States.  The riots inspired LGBT people throughout the country to organise in support of gay rights, and within two years after the riots, gay rights groups had been started in nearly every major city in the United States. 

Gay history has made us who we are. We, in turn, continue to make gay history with every positive step we take in its name. It is as much a part of gay people as the history of art, literature, music, sport...whatever it is that matters most to us in so far as we recognise it has helped shape the multiple facets of our identity for the good.

There will always be those bigots who love the sound of their own voices and will loudly insist that homosexuality is not a force for good. Oh, and bigotry is...?

This poem is a villanelle.

I AM STONEWALL, MAKING THE CASE FOR A COMMON HUMANITY

It’s no small part of me,
aches along with ageing bones
would set my spirit free

Even nature’s poetry
cannot gag its cries and groans;
it’s no small part of me

Alive to my sexuality
that an ages-old bigotry disowns,
would set my spirit free

Haunted by dark misery,
morality’s love for hurling stones;
it’s no small part of me

Yet, there is creativity,
uniting even the world’s religions,
would set my spirit free

An inspired spirituality
configuring a common humanity;
it’s no small part of me
would set my spirit free

Copyright R. N. Taber 2011