Something's buoyed my spirit lately (
aside from the overwhelming kick in the ass my beloved Golden State just delivered to Der Gropenfuehrer). I wonder if you can feel it too?
I came out during what was truly the best of times and the worst of times for LGBT Americans: the late 1970s. It was the worst of times in that it was the Anita Bryant era... And my friends and I knew who the Moral Majority was long before most of mainstream America had ever heard of that particular hate group.
It was the best of times
because it was the worst of times. The full-frontal assault of persecution, which had been triggered by Stonewall less than a decade before, was in full swing -- and it galvanized us. We were vocal, and in-your-face, and we didn't whimper when we were kicked out of restaurants for holding our lovers' hands -- we raised hell about it.
Sometimes I think my attitude was the result of my youth (I was still a teenager), but then I remember there were plenty of 30- and 40-year-olds in my circle of friends who were "mad as hell and not going to take it anymore." (The over-40s were few and far between; the vice raids of the 1950s were still too fresh in their minds, and they were content merely not to be arrested for
being gay.)
It all seemed to be coming to a head in those days, and then...
And then we got complacent. We had made a few humble gains, and, I guess, as long as nobody could legally lock us up, give us lobotomies, fire us from our jobs, or kick us out of our homes, we were content, too. When you don't know the difference between what you have and what you
could have, you may not set your sights high enough.
It's been nearly 30 years since I told someone (I didn't have to tell) that I was gay. I'm in my mid-40s now -- I'm one of the 40-somethings who -- to my shock -- is considered by younger LGBT people as one of the elders of the tribe, having experienced the first sweet taste of the post-Stonewall era.
Some "elder" -- I publicly apologized, for myself and for my generation, to a group of gay high school students last year for failing to keep up the momentum of those heady days of the late 1970s.
There's no excuse for letting that momentum wane, although there is a reason: Just as I can become extremely disheartened by the general apathy among American voters, I became very disillusioned over the next couple of decades by the apathy of gay and lesbian people younger than myself. They took what freedom they had for granted; that things had ever been different was as inconceivable to them just as it had been (and to some degree, still is) inconceivable to me that a person could be thrown in jail just for
being gay (as opposed to being "caught in the act").
Again, that's no excuse; no one has a right to blame anyone else for failing to rally. But it is a reason. I was frustrated; how could these kids not appreciate about their own cultural heritage? How could they be so brazen as to actually roll their eyes at me when I expressed shock at their ignorance about Harry Hay, or the Daughters of Bilitis? I felt there was no one to carry on the legacy.
Oh, there were exceptions: Angry gay Gen-Xers formed such groups as ACT/UP and Queer Nation. But such groups were a foreign breed to many of us; they were on the the fringe of gay society, their activities far removed from our candlelight vigils and Take Back the Night marches. We didn't know what to do with them, and many of us wished they would shut up and go away -- not in order to preserve the status quo, but because they made us "look bad." After all, it was an ACT/UP sit-in (or two) in a church that provoked some crackpot fundy (I think it was Falwell) to claim that gays were storming churches and "throwing AIDS-tainted blood" in the faces of ministers. (Which they weren't, of course.)
(We didn't have much use for the Lesbian Mafia either -- an older, more established group, but just as shocking at the time as ACT/UP was later -- mainly because they kept insisting that feminism
was lesbianism.)
What a cop-out. We were no better than the LGBTs who wish drag queens would stop being so "flamboyant," because that's not the image they want the general public to see... when it was a bunch of screaming drag queens who made Stonewall happen in the first place!
And this is the way we thank them?
Today, I think ACT/UP and QN may have just been ahead of their time.
Today, I am experiencing deja vu. Today, it feels a like 1977 all over again.
Lawrence v. Texas aside (and who knows how long that will last?), we've had our asses kicked three ways this side of hell, most severely in 2004, with the sweeping anti-gay measures passed in 11 states. (The only thing that surprises me about yesterday's hateful marriage ban in Texas is that it didn't happen sooner.) Before that, it was Proposition 22 in California... the adoption ban in Florida... the ban on all legally-binding contracts in Virginia... and of course, we're still staring down the barrel of the FMA. I won't go into all the ways they've tried to legislate us out of existence -- that would take a book -- and anyway, I don't need to educate most people who've read this far.
And when we they can't get to us through elections or the courts, they make it personal. Matt, Gwen, Sakia, Rashawn, Octavia, Scotty, Billy Jack, Richie, Wanda, Fannyann, Gary & Win... You know the names.
It's enough to make a person give up, crawl into a hole, and just hope they don't find you.
But that's not what's happening. What's happening is that I'm feeling a "mad as hell" undercurrent brewing, the likes of which I haven't felt in more than a quarter-century.
Did I say "undercurrent"? I should have said "riptide."
I haven't read DU religiously lately (life sometimes gets in the way), but when I finally dug deep into all the posts I'd missed here in the GLBT forum, my deja vu was triggered again.
The groundswell is evident here, too:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=221x19574http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=221x19629http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=221x19666I've lived my philosphy of nonviolence all my life, and I'm not advocating violence now (or ever).
But this anger I see coming out here (regardless of what I agree with, or not) stirs something in me I haven't felt in decades. It's a combination of excitement, hope, and fear about the consequences.
What can we make of the revival of the anti-gay climate in this country? Was it spurred by our inistence to be treated like human beings, or is our renewed demand for equality spurred by the political seduction of the Radical Religious Right?
Or does it matter?
The bottom line is, it's coming to a head again -- but I believe this wave dwarfs anything I saw in the '70s. It's here, whether we want it or not. We are cornered. And what does any animal do when cornered?
I have a feeling we're mad as hell again -- and some of us are not going to take it anymore.