Saturday, October 31, 2009

Meanings of a Life Cut Short

Through out history, there have been events both joyous and tragic that have altered the lives of millions. The ending of WWII, the treat of nuclear war, assai nation of President Kennedy, and the fall of Saigon just to name a few. On October of 1998 in a small town in Wyoming, the murder of a young man sent shockwaves throughout the community, the nation, and the world. Matthew Sheppard’s vicious murder was a huge turning point for the rights of gays and lesbians all over. However, for those who knew Matthew, it was a huge loss of a son, brother, and friend. Now for the first time since Matthew's death, his mother Judy Sheppard writes about her son in her memoir "The Meaning of Matthew: My Son's Murder in Laramie and a World Transformed''. She talks of Matthew growing up; the sweet loving little boy who cared for others; the confused teenager searching for his identity; and the twenty-one year old victim turned martyr. Ms. Sheppard's book is nothing more than a tribute to Matthew and how the events eleven years ago changed her life.

This past Wednesday, President Obama signed into law the Matthew Sheppard & James Bryd Jr Hate Prevention Act. He told an audience and reporters that signing the bill into law will “strengthen the protections against crimes based on the color of your skin, the faith in your heart, or the place of your birth.” He strongly afirmed his position against hate crimes “Because no one in America should ever be afraid to walk down the street holding the hands of the person they love.” Among those who were in the audience were both Judy and Denis Sheppard and the family of the late Senator Edward M. Kennedy. He had championed the legislation for years before his death not too long ago.

Fourty years back, the thought of an African-American becoming President was unthinkable. The notion for equal rights for all races including gays and lesbians might seem like wishful thinking, but as history has showed us that anything is possible. All human are created equal in the eyes of our creater (be it Jesus, Allah, Buddah). Speaking of which, I would like to say something to all the ultra-religious folks and others who hold ill will towards gays and lesbians: The next time you open your mouth in protest, remember this little saying from grade school. If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything! Didn't God himself say ''Love Thy Neighbor?'' Or how about ''Thou Shall Not Kill?'' Your hatred towards people who live a different lifestyle puts a bad name on yourselfs and your creator. So in retrospect, did Matthew Sheppard died in vain? No, he did not.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Hunger

There is a strange calm before the storm.



I enjoy every moment with caution.


Hope for the best, prepair for the worst.


Even if I'm on my toes, I still get assulted from behind.


But I know who is my attacker: Him.


His face breaches my fragile levees.


Grief's iron fist is choking my throat without mercy.


When the assult is over, I am left with a hunger that not even


an all-you-can-eat buffet can fix.


My soul longs for a mate.
 
 

You Haunt Me

When the Spirit Broke

Most of you have heard the saying that time heals all wounds. To that person, I say this: That's total B.S.! When Miles, a dear friend died two years back my wounds were neglected and hidden behind my happy-go-lucky persona. As time passed, the wounds became infected and pretty soon my inner levees were breached. All of my pain, despair, rage, and tears damaged my insides and almost destroyed my sanity. Several months later, I lost another friend to lung cancer. Like Miles, I only knew this fellow through the world wide web. A virtual pen pal. I've made great strides in healing from those two major losses, but I'll never be the same. On the morning of the two year anniversary of Miles' passing, I finished watching ''When the Levees Broke'' the HBO documentary on Hurricane Katrina. One of the survivors, Phyllis Montana-Leblanc, read a poem she wrote ''Not Just The Levees Broke'' (The same title of her memoir. Amazing read, by the way). By the end of her poem, I was sobbing hard. She captured the horror and despair she experienced during and after Katrina. In a very strange way, I can relate to her story and how she glued the broken pieces of her life. My levees are ready for any storm coming my way. I only hope the the levees in New Orleans are just as strong.

Not Just The Levees Broke
By Phyllis Montana-Leblanc
Not just the levees broke
The Spirit broke, my spirit
The families broke apart (I want my momma, my sister, and my nephew back home)
The auction block broke from so many African-American bodies
The sense of direction was broken because of the darkness
There was light from time to time, but they broke away and left us
My being together broke when I fell apart
The smell broke away from my skin when I came out of the waters
The waters that came and stood still, with the bodies of my people, the dogs, shit and piss, rats, snakes and "heard of " alligators
The broken smiles, the broken minds, the broken lives
And you know something?  You wanna know something?  Out of all of this brokenness, I have begun to mend
With God, my deep, deep commitment to infinite strength and to never give up
I am mending
I am coming back.
God willing, for a long, long time
So, when you see the waters
When you see the levees breaking
Know what they really broke along with them...