Tuesday, May 20, 2008

ConGRADulations

Yesterday I received an e-mail from my old friend Melinda Bogdanovich concerning the impending graduation of her son Alexander from his Austin area high school on May 31. It triggered memories of my own high school graduation that happened on this date 28 years ago.

Put your calculators down. My 30 year reunion is coming up in 2010.

Although I'm Class of 80, in reality my high school years covered the tail end of the 70's. We only spent a grand total of five months in the 1980's

So when I looked at Alexander's handsome face on his graduation picture, it took me back to that magical month when I (and his Aunt Melanie) were about to hit that milestone day. I'd turned 18. I'd just gotten my license after driving around on my learner's permit for two years. The All Night Senior Party at Astroworld had come and gone and I stayed until the park closed down at 6 AM. I was still pondering who I was going to take to the prom since two of my top five candidates now had boyfriends.

I had mixed emotions at that time. While I was happy on one level that my time in high school was coming to an end and was excited to be moving on to college, there was sadness as well on two levels. Those of us who had spent three years bonding together as 'The Class With Class' were about to go our separate ways and pursue our various dreams. For some peeps, that meant college. For others it was off to the military. And for others they were still trying to sort things out in terms of what direction they wanted their lives to take.

I will never forget seeing all of us in the caps and gowns in our school colors as we excitedly awaited the start of our ceremony at 7 PM. All 700 of us marching into the then Astroarena (now Reliant Arena). The choir singing and the band playing as part of the ceremony with the senior members participating in their caps and gowns.

Listening to our graduation speaker Judge Thomas Routt. Hearing the shouts of joy from the relatives and friends of people when their baby's name was called as they crossed that stage. Tearing up as we started singing our class and school songs. My classmates and I tossing our caps in the air after the benediction was said to close out our ceremony. The endless snapping of photos with various clusters of classmates before we turned in our caps and gowns.

Unfortunately, since ours was on a Tuesday night, we still had to go to school the next morning. (The school year didn't end until the first week of June) The only thing many of us did was go straight home and to bed. We still had other Senior Week events to go through including the prom that Saturday.

It's also ironic when you think about it, the world of May 1980 and the world of May 2008 have some interesting parallels. We'd just had the winter games in Lake Placid, but there was talk of a boycott of the Moscow Games because of the December 1979 Soviet invasion of Afghanistan. Gas prices had spiked to a horrible $1.49 cents a gallon. We had inflation as a result of the gas spike and President Carter's popularity was plummeting because of the economy and the Iran hostage crisis. We were facing a crossroads presidential election with a charismatic candidate in November that I was going to be eligible to participate in. Texas had an unpopular Republican governor. The 'Disco Sucks' movement was gaining momentum.

Hmm, the more things change, the more things stay the same.

So to the Class of 2008, congratulations. Whether you're moving on to the next level of your educational careers or leaving college for the working world, may your dreams come true and you have a smooth and relatively pothole free road to success.

And the other issue that was bothering me at the time? Well, you know.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Easy Pickin’s Protesting In The Big Easy


Guest Post by Vanessa Edwards Foster
From the Trans Political Blog









“When an individual is protesting society's refusal to acknowledge his dignity as a human being, his very act of protest confers dignity on him.” — Bayard Rustin, Civil Rights Movement & Gay Activist



“Well, I saw the HRC sign and I thought “what’s this about?” and had to come over here and see. I don’t like HRC either, which is why I never donate to them! I just want to say I support you – you go, girl!” That was a quote from a gay man from Lapanto, Arkansas who had just returned from a cruise with two lesbian friends from there and happened to be staying in the hotel directly across the street from the Intercontinental Hotel in New Orleans as the Human Rights Campaign banquet began Sunday afternoon.

He watched us for a while, went back to the hotel, then came down a half hour later and helped us protest HRC. He also liked some of the raunchy, loud rock – like Linkin Park – which I was blaring from my boombox.

As it turns out, the boombox music worked well. It was very ugly, angry and possibly abrasive to the ear. But it accomplished what I had wanted: drawing the attention, expressing the mood and doing it all without us saying one word. No cheers, no chants, no shouting matches with attendees – and most pointedly, no words that the HRC people will then use to blast us and justify their marginalization of us later.

It’s also distinctly trans music – not of the typical gay disco, dance, diva or even show tune fare that typically is the choice of gay and lesbian America. It’s the stuff that typically is heard blaring from the jukeboxes of what’s affectionately known as “tranny hooker” bars.

An additional bonus to the music was a surprise: we got a number of thumbs-ups and supporters who either liked the music (some of the Buffalo Soldiers contingent in town for a get together, as well as Gen X & Y types who were also enjoying!) even support from the riders on the passing trolleys. It was quite the spectacle!

“I don’t get it. Why would they do that? They’re wacked! That’s not being equal.” Such was the quote from a very polite young junior high-aged teen, replete with longish blonde hair, braces and a Bob Marley T-shirt upon hearing why we were protesting HRC. Truth told, he appeared drawn as much for the Korn song playing as our signs and protest march.

As I explained to him who we transgenders were, who HRC was, what they’ve done historically and how “equality” isn’t equal to all people, I watched his young face watching me and noted a seeming androgyny. I’ll never know if his curiosity was more than just cursory. One thing I did note was he was very diligent in his learning, was patient to listen to the entire story and even thanked me for the information.

Indeed we reached at least one youth (as well as loose gaggles of other teens and/or young adults who passed by).

And those were just two of the folks among the numerous curious who asked. Two of the MCC ministers who volunteered for the HRC banquet came out, got a full education from protesters Phyllis Austin and Kelli Busey (who rode down from Dallas). There were hugs all around and animated chat as well as some new local connections made or renewed by both local girls, Phyllis and Courtney Sharp. One of the ministers who wore his “equal sign” pin removed it!

Another older woman engaged Courtney in explaining her reasons for protesting the banquet. When Courtney explained, the woman asked “are you against transgenders?” Obviously Courtney replied to the contrary, and the woman answered “good! Because I was about to protest YOU if you were!”

Of course we had security running around monitoring us nervously, but there was one big distinction this protest: there was NO police presence! We somehow managed to get the drop on them before they had chance to react (either that or they couldn’t convince the NOPD that the handful of tranny protesters was worth expending resources and manpower on.) Oh, the menace of transgenders ….

“[T]he Gay Elite condemns them and others to death because of our obsessive need to be seen as the Morally Superior Victimized Minority.” — Tammy Bruce, columnist for FrontPageMag


Some of the most memorable items: one black, obviously gay male in a red and white striped shirt talking frantically on a cell phone walking out and giving a head count of the protesters and asking what could be done about us. It was satisfying to see the unnerving.

One of the hotel’s patrons walking by and yelling at me to “turn that shit off!” while the Geto Boys blasted “F*ck ‘Em All!” from the boombox. He clearly wasn’t into our musical choice!

One apparently conservative guy who asked me about the protest and offered support for our protest – but then asked why I was supporting transgenders: “you’re not one of them, are you?” When I assured him I was (including the part about my football days), he stood agape giving the once over a few times. He then gave me a little compliment, wished me “good luck” and walked back across the street rubbing his chin and looking like I hurt his feelings. Poor guy – at least he supported us!

And of course the banquet-goers themselves: nervous people with fast walks averting eye contact with a fixed-straight myopic stare, the cold-hearted elite glares and smug eye-rolling glances and those few who gave physical flinches at both the sign messages and the raunch music with looks of shock and, yes, a few pained expressions. It is painful, and it’s admittedly not a great thing to sate oneself with others pain.

In the case of the Human Rights Campaign, though, it’s collateral damage that has to be factored and accepted into the equation. Sadly, that’s the only option other than our giving up completely and being obliterated. Not only does HRC not care to know about trans people nor the irreparable pain they’ve inflicted, they actively engage in continuing the damage and increasing the intensity.

As with Rep. Barney Frank, HRC takes continuing pleasure in watching the havoc from the chaos they create for us with their strategies, manipulation and implementation. They delight in watching us learn to mistrust our own community by their own selective wedging operations and externally assisted classism. They practically pee their pants laughing at the disenfranchisement, unemployment, economic tragedy and vulnerability they create for us with their own empty promises.

And they will continue this pattern.

They have the money, most all the media and certainly the power: there’s nothing to stop them, and everything to gain by continuing the damage to the trans community. The only way they will learn what we’re feeling is when they have to live with the same pain, the same fear, the same desperation and to feel the effects of the same type of damage.

Money, power and attention (and increasing all three for themselves) is their only desire. Only once those have been impacted will they make “attempts” to come around – even if true reconciliation never comes.

Meanwhile, we make impact … as we did with the last inquiry: a modelesque twenty-something with her equally attractive boyfriend. She was going into the restaurant across the street with her beau and (after seeing our signs) felt compelled to ask us why we were protesting HRC as she had attended their banquet at the Ritz-Carlton the year before. “I’m confused. Why would you protest [HRC]?”

We enlightened her completely on “equality” as opposed to everyone being equal, to which she replied: “Well that sucks! Thank you for letting me know that!” Control that damage, HRC.

The lies, the hurt, the pain, the hate
Really keep fucking with me –
There's no where else to go.” — Korn, Embrace

California Supreme Court’s Ruling On Gay Marriage A Benefit To Everyone


By: H. Alexander Robinson, NBJC CEO
16 May 08 12:00 AM EDT

Yesterday the California Supreme Court handed down a historic decision upholding the freedom granting hundreds of thousands of residents in the state of California the freedom to marry the person that they love.

The state Supreme Court ruled in favor of legalizing unions between people of the same gender thus affirming decades of progress made within the lesbian, gay bisexual and transgender (LGBT) movement in the state of California.

The second state high court to rule in favor of ending the exclusion of same-sex couples from marriage said, "in view of the substance and significance of the fundamental constitutional right to form a family relationship, the California Constitution properly must be interpreted to guarantee this basic civil right [marriage] to all Californians, whether gay or heterosexual, and to same-sex couples as well as to opposite-sex couples."

Having grown up in the segregated south, I have witnessed and experienced discrimination and I have witnessed and experienced progress, understanding, and change. This decision is a crucial step in realizing the vision of one America, an America that is no longer divided by race, gender, or sexual orientation.

Today we stand at a pivotal point in history. As a black community, we have the unique opportunity of ushering in a new era of social change and progress for another oppressed group.

The shameful history of discrimination faced by African Americans is virtually unparallel in our country. However, discrimination in all its forms is simply wrong and must never be tolerated within our society. To tolerate injustice and discrimination toward gay Americans threatens the very justice for which so many Americans gave their lives.

To not have the right to visit a partner in the hospital, inherit each other's assets, or even be able to draw medical insurance from a spouse's policy is a heartbreaking tragedy that gay men and women must face as a daily reality. It is only through the civil rights of a "marriage" and not a civil union, which provides over 1,000 federal benefits to prevent these disparities from happening.

As black people, we know from our own civil rights history that change does not happen overnight but instead it happens over duration of time.

As we celebrate the memory of our recently departed champion Mildred Loving, let us not forget that it was just 41 years ago next month that the US Supreme Court ruled in the Loving vs. State of Virginia that allowed interracial marriage across every state in the nation.

We must never take for granted the institution of marriage. It is a sacred expression of love. Regardless of who you love, the rights to marry should always be an option.

Many object to marriage for same gender couples based on history or religious beliefs. Two things are clear. First, the Court's ruling only applies to the civil institution of marriage and our churches and mosques will remain free to celebrate the unions of their choice.

Second, the Court in citing its ruling 60 years ago in Perez v. Sharp in which it found that "notwithstanding the circumstances that statutory prohibitions on interracial marriage had existed since the founding of the state---makes clear that history along is not invariably an appropriate guide for determining the meaning and cope of this fundamental (state) constitutional guarantee."

The National Black Justice Coalition and the California Conference of the NAACP filed an amicus in support of the rights of same gender couple to marry in the state.

Now the forces of bigotry and discrimination will seek to overturn this ruling by writing discrimination into the California constitution. We must stand against the forces that stand on the wrong side of history.

We must stand against these forces in every state in the union as there multiple ballot initiatives, pending state legislation and court cases waiting to be heard such is the case in the state of Florida/

Finally we should reflect upon the words of Willie L. Brown Jr., Former Mayor of the City of San Francisco, CA who stated that:

"The African-American community has been at the forefront of many struggles to secure rights for disenfranchised groups and communities. On the issue of marriage equality, however, we have not used our voices or resources to mobilize affirmatively. For the most part, we have been silent. It is my belief that this is our fight too. We must stand for equality and dignity for all of our brothers and sisters. The right to marry whomever you choose is a right that should be enjoyed by everyone."

H. Alexander Robinson is Executive Director and CEO of the National Black Justice Coalition, America's only nationwide black lesbian, gay, bisexual and trangender civil rights organization.

Feeling Left Out

Don't get me wrong, I was just as happy as many of you when the California Supreme Court came down on the side of justice Thursday. You have every right to be happy, excited, proud, party hearty or whatever emotion you're feeling as the reality of this historic day and historic decision sinks in.

But the emotions I'm feeling are akin to someone who's not part of the cool kids clique getting to watch from their bedroom window a cool kid clique member neighbor throwing a slammin' party that the non-cool kid outsider can see and hear boisterously blaring next door.

My mood is tempered because I'm thinking about Christie Lee Littleton. She's a Latina transwoman who in 1999 had her 1989 marriage to Mark Littleton tragically invalidated thanks to a retroactive application of DOMA to it by insurance company attorneys. Her name and gender change was invalidated as well.

Why did it happen? To keep her from winning a share of a $2.5 million wrongful death malpractice lawsuit she filed as her late spouse's widow.

I'm bringing this up to remind my GLB bretheren that this landmark victory has come at the cost of the marriage rights for transgender people. Our religious right friends started attacking our legal marriages once they realized that we transgender people blow a Mack truck sized hole in their bogus 'marriage equals a man and a woman' argument they use as a baton to beat up on marriage equality with.

The Law of Unintended Consequences effect of the push for marriage equality has been that some of the anti-marriage equality constitutional amendments that various states hurriedly passed during and after the 2004 election cycle contain prohibitions for transgender people to get married. It also has many transgender people who are in male-female marriages nervously wondering if their own marriages will be the next ones to be invalidated.

Many of us in the transgender community have noted that when it comes to marriage equality, some of you GLB peeps are not accepting 'incremental progress' when it comes to a civil rights issue you desire to have become a reality as expeditiously as possible, but you don't share our urgency to have the same thing happen for a transgender-inclusive ENDA.

In my time working for the passage of inclusive ENDA and hate crimes legislation, I've had the pleasure of meeting and observing many same gender couples. They have been together in loving, long term, stable relationships decades longer than some hetero couples I knew who were 'so in love' back in high school.

It's a travesty that those same gender couples don't have the equivalent access to the thousands of rights that married hetero couples have conferred upon them and take for granted. It's not fair to be penalized tax wise because you love and are spending the rest of your life (hopefully) with someone who just happens to share the same gender as you.

Don't get it twisted. Congratulations! I'm happy for the GLB community and I ain't mad at you. Thursday was a historic day for civil rights.

But I still feel left out of the celebration.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Transgender Marriage Rattles Mexico

Mario del Scororro and Diana Guerrero, a transgendered couple, prepare for their wedding ceremony in Mexico City yesterday. Mario and Diana are the first Mexican transgendered couple to marry in a public ceremony. The couple said they hoped media coverage would pressure Mexico's Congress to pass a law that would let people get sex-change operations in public hospitals and then be able to change their names and genders in public records.

Photograph by : Tomas Bravo, Reuters]


Couple Hopes Publicity Will Spur Law To Allow Sex-Change Operations

Mica Rosenberg, Reuters
Published: Sunday, May 18, 2008
(c) Times Colonist (Victoria) 2008

MEXICO CITY -- A couple who both changed their sex married yesterday in Mexico's first transgender wedding, as the traditionally conservative country loses some of its inhibitions.

Mario del Socorro, formerly Maria, and Diana Guerrero, who used to be Jose, held an austere ceremony for friends and relatives in a community centre.

The couple said they hoped media coverage would pressure Mexico's congress to pass a proposed law that would let people get sex-change operations in public hospitals.


They would then be able to change their names and genders in public records.

"When you are applying for a job and your documents don't coincide with what you look like, you just don't get hired. It's that simple," said del Socorro, 55, who is balding with a wispy goatee and stands several inches shorter than his new bride.

Lawmakers behind the transgender proposal are challenging a swath of conservative customs in largely Catholic Mexico, and in recent years they have been gaining momentum.

In 2006, gay civil unions were legalized in Mexico City and the northern state of Coahuila.

Lawmakers in the capital last year legalized early-term abortions and approved a law allowing terminally ill people to refuse treatment.

The Catholic Church has strongly criticized all of these measures.

Del Socorro and Guerrero got married under their pre-sex change names because the law allowing gay civil unions does not give partners the same benefits as a traditional marriage.

At the ceremony, guests cheered the teary-eyed groom and beaming bride as they cut two tall wedding cakes before a crowd of journalists.

Members of the bride's Catholic family said the couple tried for months to find a priest who would marry them in a church.

"At the end of the day, it's a marriage between a woman and a man, so what's the problem with blessing this union in the eyes of God?" said the bride's sister, Flor Guerrero.

Missing Home Again


Ever since I moved to Louisville, even though I've been here almost seven years, I go through these occasional bouts of homesickness.

Sometimes they can be triggered by the most innocent things. Seeing Houston homeboy Roland Martin on CNN pontificating on some issue, talking to family, watching a sistah from Missouri City winning Miss USA or watching a news report that involves things happening back in H-town.

This bout started when I called up Vanessa and got her cellphone as she was rolling eastbound on I-10 toward New Orleans for the HRC protest. It didn't help that I'd just finished writing a post on my airline days as well and the WNBA season was less than 24 hours from tipping off at the time. While I've done a few road trips already and there are a few more in the near future for me, it's still been almost three years since I last visited home, and that was a mostly drama filled 36 hour visit for my brother's wedding.

So why do I go through this on a regular basis? I've spent most of my life with the exception of the month I lived in Denver for training, the two years in New Orleans and the almost seven years I've lived here residing in Houston.

It's probably because a native Texan and Houstonian's attachment to the 268,581 square mile slice of the United States we call Texas is like nowhere else in the country and it runs deep. Houston being the largest city in Texas also adds another notch or two the pride I feel at being born there.

I think another reason as to why I haven't been able to shake those frequent bouts of homesickness is that I have yet since I moved here been able to take a vacation week in which I get to go home without it being dictated by a ticking clock because I had to fit the trip in a narrow work schedule window. To compound the problem, driving the 1000 miles from Louisville to Houston means I have to leave earlier than I'd like and allow a day for the return trip.

One of the things that I've thought about over the years is that I'd been there so long it was just a given to me that I'd be there until they were lowering my coffin into a six foot hole. It never occurred to me that I'd be put in a position in which I'd have to leave it for a while, and the fact it was reluctantly done eats at me from time to time. The fact that there's distance between me and my beloved hometown, combined with the differences in the cultural quality of life between a city with 2.5 million people versus one with 400,000 has made me belatedly appreciate what I had there.

But those were the lemons I was handed, so I'm trying to make lemonade with them while I'm here. While I'm appreciated and loved by my chosen family up here, the activist community shows me love and seeks me out when they have problems that need solving, it reminds me that I had unfinished 'bidness' at home. Every now and then I get slapped with the 'outsider' tag by some native Louisvillian 'too busy' or too lazy to do anything about their situations except bitch and complain about the people that are trying to improve things for 'errbody' in the Louisville metro area and the state.

While it's been a mixed bag of experiences in Da Ville, to be honest I did need to experience living in another part of the country besides the Lone Star State and the Gulf Coast for a while. The Kentucky Colonel proclamation hanging on my wall along with the back to back awards I've received from organizations up here still reminds me of the fact that the progressive community here values me more than my hometown one did before I left.

But I still miss things that are quintessentially Houston and Texan. Rolling up to Scott Street and grabbing a Frenchy's chicken three-piece and their seasoned Frenchy Fries. Rolling down I-45 to Galveston. Majic 102. Grabbing a bite at Katz's Deli or Niko-Niko's. Montrose and the eclectic nature of it. Chilling in the park at the base of Williams Tower in the Galleria area and the Water Wall. Chilling in Hermann Park. Barbecue. The ride up Texas 71 to Austin when the bluebonnets are blooming. Texas high school football. TSU's Ocean of Soul band. The Coogs. The Ensemble. Rolling up I-45 to Dallas. Rolling west on I-10 to San Antonio. Rolling east on I-10 to visit New Orleans.

Hell, I even miss Mattress Mack's Gallery Furniture commercials.



Oh well, at least I can get Blue Bell Homemade vanilla ice cream up here now.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Another Day, Another Racially Insensitive Republican Remark

TransGriot Note: If there's any doubt that racism in this country is alive and well and that the GOP is the home of the Dixiecrats and closeted (and not so closted) racists, this election campaign will give you all the evidence you need to begin spelling Republican with 'KKK' in the middle of it.

This latest incident garnered my attention because it happened in Greenwood, MS. As many of my longtime TransGriot readers are aware of I'm a Texan and Houstonian by birth, but on my mother's side of the family I've got deep roots in Mississippi. The portions of my extended family that don't live in Jackson or Yazoo City live in and around Greenwood and the nearby town of Itta Bena, home of Mississippi Valley State University.

I spent more than a few summer vacations as a child travelling there with mom, my uncle and my maternal grandparents. So I wasn't a happy camper when I saw this BlackAmericaweb.com story about the insulting e-mail comments directed at Senator David Jordan, who's the rep in the Mississippi State Senate for my family members and the peeps in Leflore, Holmes and Tallahatchie counties. He also sits on the Greenwood City Council.


Greenwood Blacks Outraged at White Councilman Referring to Black Senator as ‘Ole Nigger’
Friday, May 16, 2008
by F. Finley McRae, BlackAmericaWeb.com

Blacks in the small, Mississippi Delta city of Greenwood are seething over a white city councilman's e-mail that referred to a black political leader, who is highly respected statewide, as an "ole nigger."

For many blacks, the e-mail, containing an illogical message about council president David Jordan, 74, who also holds a state senate seat, is a reminder that the vaunted "New South," romanticized by pundits nationwide, may well be a distant dream and perhaps even a myth.

Since Sunday, when the e-mail -- exposed by one of the 15 whites who received it -- and its subsequent furor began attracting statewide national media attention, Greenwood and Leflore County, where it sits, has been bombarded by reactions in the city's newspapers and its talk radio stations.

The e-mail, which Jordan said "is shocking," was sent early last week by John Lee, one of the city's two white Republican councilmen. Since then, Lee has increasingly been scorned and heaped with disdain and contempt by the vast majority of Greenwood's African-American population, according to several residents who asked for anonymity before speaking with BlackAmericaWeb.com. Many blacks are also believed to hold an equal amount of contempt for the other white councilman, John Jennings, who continues to defend the embattled Lee.

In his e-mail, Lee alleged that he "had a long talk after the city council meeting ... with David Jordan. The ole nigger can't understand why the black's (sic) continue to shoot one another. I told him he needed to spend less time with the old people at the Voters League and more time with the young people about getting an education."

Lee's e-mail erroneously claims that Jordan missed an opportunity to help a "big black" who asked him for employment. In fact, according to an outraged Jordan, he had previously employed the young man during several election cycles.

The young man, Lee claimed, told Jordan that he is a rapper. "I told David he missed his chance. He should have told that black boy he should be in school getting his education in order to have a future." Jordan said the "black boy" is a 28-year-old man."

An outraged Jordan, who is also president of the Greenwood Voters League, the political engine which has propelled blacks to growing representation and power since the 1960s, told BlackAmericaWeb.com that "Lee's lying and fabricated a story" which has no factual foundation.

Blacks throughout the city have vowed to demand a public apology from Lee at next Tuesday's council meeting, according to Lee Hall, who hosts the city's only local talk radio show, "Greenwood Morning." He is also the general manager of WGRM, the station that carries "Greenwood Morning" live from 8 a.m. to 9 a.m.

Lee's words, Hall told BlackAmericaWeb.com, have generated a daily discussion via the airwaves. "These words have dominated my show since Sunday because the majority of Greenwood's African-Americans are angry and upset" over his use of them and his refusal to issue a public apology. Hall said blacks expect Lee to openly apologize to Jordan and the other four black council members.

A substantial number of whites, mostly the city's liberals, are also angry with Lee and have called and sent e-mails to the city's newspapers to express their disgust over his choice of words.

Many Greenwood blacks and whites alike are also angry over what they perceive as the disparate punishment meted out to Solomon Osborn, a black juvenile court judge. Osborn was sanctioned early this year by the state's Judicial Performance Commission and will suffer a $48,000 loss in salary and six-month suspension for having said, in a public meeting, that "any black person who believes what white men say in the United States of America is a damned fool."

Jordan has repeatedly called for Lee's resignation. The council's four other blacks have not been as vocal, however. Ronnie Stevenson, the council's vice president, is also reportedly in favor of Lee's resignation. BlackAmericaWeb.com reached two of the five, Tennil Cannon and Taylor Dillard, for comment yesterday.

Both men said they do not know what, if anything, they can do about Lee's comments under laws governing council behavior. Some blacks, however, believe the African-American members could at least draft a statement condemning Lee's use of the n-word and the fabrication Jordan has alleged.

In speaking on WGRM on Sunday, Cannon said, "those words were also meant for me, the other black council members and Greenwood residents." But Dillard, when asked by Hall for a statement, declined to comment, Hall said.

Sheriel Perkins, Greenwood's first black mayor in 140 years, did not respond to repeated calls for comment. Perkins' election in 2005 was challenged by a group of ultra-conservative whites who refused to accept her victory. They claimed to have "found" more than 200 votes allegedly cast for her white opponent. Jordan led a long and exhausting legal campaign that finally resulted in victory for her 18 months later.

When interviewed by BlackAmericaWeb.com, her husband, state Rep. Willie Perkins, said he would support a recall effort against Lee if one were forthcoming. "He should resign," Perkins said. His wife, the mayor, has been mum thus far, according to sources.

Lee, an accountant, when reached by BlackAmericaWeb.com at his office, said he was with a client and thus "could not sit here talking about this in front of" that person.

Willie Perkins, speaking slowly and measuring his words, said, "Lee's statement and presence do not help this community to move forward, which is what we need to do and move past John Lee and the many others here who are like him, but who have not expressed it. We've got to move past that group and continue to work with people of different colors to improve race relations, attract employment and spur economic development," he said.

Regarding Osborn, his disparate treatment and its high cost, Perkins said, "I don't know all the details, so I can't address a judicial complaint against a judge in the same manner, in terms of what should be done in this case." No laws exist, Perkins said, "to force him out of office. I don't know of any laws to prevent people from making remarks of this nature."

Any recall effort would have to be initiated in Lee's district, which is more than 90 percent white and Republican.

That notwithstanding, Jordan said, "he's not going to do the council any good. He's just going to sit in middle of us, the majority of council members, who represent the black community, which is mad as the devil."

Interviewed by BlackAmericaWeb.com at his office, Jennings, the other white Republican councilman and a professional photographer, once again defended Lee.

"You can listen to car stereos at MacDonald's and hear worldwide role-model rappers using the n-word. Am I supposed to laugh? What am I supposed to do? Chris Rock uses it every third word," Lee said. "No matter what we do, everybody defaults to the 'Old South' and says, 'That's Mississippi, what do you expect?'"

Lee, Jennings said, "doesn't have a history of that word. He asked for forgiveness, and Jordan forgave him until he got pressure from Washington," he claimed. Redemption, said Jennings, "is what its all about, not destroying people for making mistakes. If so, we'd never make any progress."

But Jordan, while acknowledging that Lee had asked the other four council members to forgive him and had came to Jordan's home to speak to him, said he told Lee, "I don't want to talk to you. It's best that you leave right now."

Many whites, especially Lee and Jennings, Jordan said, "expect me to forgive and forget, but this is too hurtful." Jordan is now insisting on a public apology from Lee, which he said, his constituents are demanding.

"I forgave him, but black people throughout this city are calling for Lee's head," Jordan said.

Jordan also took strong exception to Jennings' assertion that he was pressured by "Washington" and thus rescinded his apology. "I don't know what he's talking about," Jordan said. "What does he mean, where did he get that?"

Jordan, who was a pupil of the late Mississippi civil rights icon, state NAACP president Dr. Aaron Henry, said that Lee cannot presume "to lecture me over what's best for any of my people. He's got to be out of his mind. I've sued just about everybody and every agency so black people can have a measure of justice and opportunity, led demonstrations, re-organized the Voters League and led it for 43 years."

Jordan's father, Cleveland, a sharecropper, is featured on an album at the Smithsonian Institute in Washington, D.C. focused on the victories and tribulations suffered by Mississippi's civil rights heroes, along with the beloved Fannie Lou Hammer and Medgar Evers, who was assassinated in Jackson by a Klansman, Byron De La Beckwith, after refusing to abandon his leadership role to gain full equality for African-Americans.

Greenwood is only 10 miles from Money, the little hamlet where 14-year-old Emmet Till, a Chicago teen visiting his grandmother and other relatives, was abducted at 2 a.m. on Aug. 28, 1955, by a group of white men for allegedly looking at and perhaps whistling at a white woman. After beating and hanging Till, the men tossed his disfigured body into the Tallahatchie River. His remains, discovered three days afterward, were viewed by thousands in Chicago.

Within weeks, blacks and whites, full of horror and rage, began to mobilize and propelled the the modern day civil rights movement.

More HRC Events You Can Protest


Here's more HRC sponsored events you can protest:

HRC at the Mystics: Washington Mystics vs. Los Angeles Sparks
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Washington, DC

Trans-Unity Pride
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Los Angeles, CA

Ladies Spectacular at the WNBA Chicago Sky
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Chicago, IL

HRC Equalizers Softball Game
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Nashville, TN

HRC Night with the Indiana Fever
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Indianapolis , IN

2008 HRC Utah Gala Dinner
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Orem, UT

HRC Columbus Gala Dinner 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Columbus, OH

Third Annual HRC Pride Cruise
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
New York, NY

2008 HRC Chicago Gala: Summer Chic
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Chicago, Il

2008 HRC San Francisco Bay Area Gala
Saturday, July 26, 2008
San Francisco, CA

3rd Annual HRC Dinner: Life, Liberty & Pursuit of Equality
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Las Vegas, NV

2008 Twin Cities Gala Dinner
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Minneapolis, MN

9th Annual Pacific Northwest Dinner
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Seattle, WA

2008 HRC National Dinner in Washington DC
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Washington, DC

27th Annual New England Gala Dinner
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Boston, MA

Annual HRC San Antonio Gala Dinner
Saturday, October 25, 2008
San Antonio, TX

Black Tie Dinner, Inc.'s 2008 Dallas/Ft. Worth Gala
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Dallas, TX

The WNBA Season's Starting!

Who cares if the NBA playoffs have reached the conference finals unless you live in Boston, Cleveland, Detroit, New Orleans, San Antonio or LA. Let the real basketball playing begin!

I'm a big basketball fan and love the WNBA. I'm signed up again for the WNBA league broadband pass so I can watch my girls and other WNBA games throughout the season on my computer. I used to have Comets season tickets when I lived in H-town and was in Compaq for the 1997, 1999 and 2000 title games during the Comets dynasty years when they won 'ahem' four consecutive WNBA titles.

I make a road trip to Indianapolis every summer to see my girls play the Indiana Fever, but won't be able to make it this year. I have a previous engagement in Northampton, MA on June 7 when they're scheduled to be in Indy.

Today the WNBA opens its 12th season of play with a marquee matchup between the defending champion Phoenix Mercury and the team that 'errbody's' picking to win it all, the Los Angeles Sparks. But don't think that Diana Taurasi, Cappie Poindexter and the Mercury are just gonna hand the trophy over to their Western Conference rivals. There are a few teams in the Eastern Conference such as the Detroit Shock that may have objections to a premature coronation of the Sparks as WNBA champions as well.

LA hit rock bottom with a 10-24 record last season while their Olympian center Lisa Leslie was on maternity leave. They not only ended up winning the WNBA draft lottery, but got a bonus when Candace Parker decided to forego her last year of eligibility and enter the WNBA draft after her Tennessee Lady Volunteers won their second straight NCAA title.

As for my favorite WNBA team, the Houston Comets, change is in the air as well. In addition to moving to the smaller Reliant Arena, for the first time since the team began play as one of the Original Eight franchises, we won't have Sheryl Swoopes in a Comet uniform. She signed a free agent contract with the Seattle Storm in the offseason. The Comets open the season on the road with the defending Eastern Conference Champions Detroit Shock.

While we still have WNBA All-Star and Olympian Tina Thompson, we've added Rutgers Matee Ajavon and LSU point guard Erica Wright to a squad that along with vets Tamecka Dixon and Mwadi Mabika and centers Michelle Snow and my fellow Cougar Sancho Lyttle has a tantalizing blend of youth and experience for coach Karleen Thompson's squad. I've watched Comets 3rd round pick Crystal Kelly play ball since I moved here and I was saddened to hear she just missed making the Comets opening day roster.

But like the NBA's Western Conference, the WNBA Western Conference is brutal as well. The question for us Comet fans is does this team have not only what it takes for us to be one of the four Western teams to make the playoffs, but celebrate winning a fifth WNBA title when this extended season is over?

In August the league will be taking an Olympic break so that players can join their Olympic squads for the Beijing Games. It'll be interesting to not only see who makes Team USA, but how many of the WNBA players from other countries stay home as their national teams prepare for the Games.

Change is also the word for the rest of the league as well. A new franchise joins the WNBA sorority and brings it back up to 14 teams. The Atlanta Dream will begin their maiden season playing in the Eastern Conference. There are the old faces in new places stories, too. Swin Cash will be joining Sheryl Swoopes and Yolanda Griffith in Seattle after she was traded. Katie Douglas was traded to Indiana. Tamika Whitmore will be wearing a Connecticut Sun uniform this summer. DeLisha Milton-Jones is headed back to LA.

But it's the new crop of rookies that has us WNBA fans excited. In addition to Candace Parker in LA, her Lady Vol teammate Alexis Hornbuckle will be playing for the Detroit Shock. Candice Wiggins will be playing for the Minnesota Lynx. LSU's Sylvia Fowles is Chicago Sky bound. Essence Carson will be playing across the Hudson River for the New York Liberty along with Erlana Larkins of North Carolina. Crystal Langhorne will be playing not too far from College Park, MD for the Washington Mystics.

The major questions in this WNBA season besides who will win the WNBA rookie of the year and make the WNBA All-Star team (no WNBA All-Star game because it's an Olympic year) are can the Phoenix Mercury repeat? Will the Detroit Shock return to the WNBA Finals? How nasty will the Western Conference be this summer? How many games will the Atlanta Glory win? Can the New York Liberty build on their surprise return to the playoffs and make a deeper playoff run in the East? Do the retooled Sparks have too much firepower to be denied a return to championship glory to the disgust of us Comet fans?

'Burp!' So what if I'm drinking Comet red Hateraid for the Sparks? Hey, old rivalries die hard ;)

But seriously, I'm happy to see the WNBA surviving and thriving, especially since they made the move a few years ago to become a separate entity from the parent NBA. It is the longest surviving women's professional sports league in the US and with the increasingly deep talent pool in women's college ball and the inquiries from more than a few cities for WNBA franchises, you'll probably see careful expansion to expand job opportunities for those college players over the next few years according to WNBA commisioner Donna Orender.

The future indeed looks bright for the league, and the new owners are committed along with league mangement and the WNBA Player's Association to ensure that the WNBA is around for its 20th anniversary and beyond to serve as an inspration to another generation of girls and young women.

So let the games begin, and Go Comets!

2008 Olympic Basketball Draw Set

On April 26 FIBA conducted the draw that set the preliminary groups for the upcoming Olympic Games Basketball tournament in Beijing from August 10-24. The USA men's and women's teams learned not only what groups they would be in, but what teams would comprise those groups as well.

On the men's side, preliminary play is scheduled for August 10, 12, 14, 16 and 18, with the quarterfinals action taking place on August 20, the semifinals on August 22 and the men’s gold medal game on August 24.

The 2004 Athens Games bronze medallist will be in Group B and so far they'll have their work cut out for them if they want to bring home the gold. In addition to having the host Chinese (and Yao Ming) in their group, they will have the defending FIBA World Champion Spain, the perennial Africa Zone champs Angola, and two teams yet to be determined after the FIBA World Olympic Qualifying tournament being held July 14-20 in Athens, Greece is completed.

Group A will consist of the defending Olympic champion Argentina, Lithuania, European champion Russia, Australia, Iran and one team that will be determined through the FIBA World Olympic Qualifying Tournament. The men's teams hoping to grab one of the final three Olympic spots at the tournament are Brazil, Canada, Cape Verde, Croatia, Germany, Greece, Korea, Lebanon, New Zealand and Puerto Rico.

On the women's side, the three time defending Olympic champs will be seeking their fourth consecutive Olympic gold medal. Like the men, they'll also be in Group B and have the hosts from China in their group as well. They'll also have Africa Zone champ Mali, New Zealand and two teams that will be determined through the FIBA Women's World Olympic Qualifying Tournament that will take place June 9-15 in Madrid, Spain. The women's teams playing to grab one of those final five spots are Angola, Argentina, Belarus, Brazil, Chinese Taipei, Cuba, Czech Republic, Fiji, Japan, Latvia, Senegal and the host Spaniards.

Group A for the women will consist of the 2004 silver medallist and FIBA world champion Australians, the 2004 bronze medallists Russia, South Korea and three teams from the FIBA Women's World Olympic Qualifying Tournament.

The women's tournament at the Beijing Games will run from Aug 9-23 with preliminary play scheduled for August 9, 11, 13, 15 and 17. The women's quarterfinals action takes place on August 19 and women's semifinals play is slated for Aug. 21. The women's gold medal finals will take place on August 23.

The WNBA will start play May 17 and take a break for the Beijing Games. As of yet the final lineups for the USA men's or women's teams have been set. The men are being coached by Duke's Mike Krzyzewski, the women by Anne Donovan.

Hopefully both teams will be bringing gold medals back to the States when the Beijing Games are concluded.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Big Plans For Big Easy And The Little Equal

Guest Post by Vanessa Edwards Foster
Courtesy Trans Political blog

This will be a short blog post as I’m awaiting my riding buddy coming in from Dallas. Yes, a couple of tranny road warriors will be hitting I-10 shortly, heading east into the Big Easy to help protest the Human Rights Campaign (HRC) Banquet. Who knows? Maybe we can draw out the riot squad replete with barricades and horseback crowd-control officers just like Houston?

At first I pondered whether to make a trip over to New Orleans, whose community has been decimated since Katrina and still remains mostly scattered to the four winds. Then my good friend and longtime trans activist, Courtney Sharp, sent the below advertisement for HRC’s New Orleans Entertainment Extravaganza!:

Note how their version of entertainment is having someone in the form of Bianca Del Rio caricaturize women and more particularly the image of gender transgression. Example: transgender! Yes, we trans people (who everyone in Congress and gay-elite-land knows are beyond help in the form of justice or rights) are the perfect fodder for humor for their little tete-a-tete. Yet another reminder how objectified we trans people really are in elite G&L America, and hooray for HRC for reminding us of that again!

You gotta know we’re making gains when they’re back to remembering us in caricatured form again.

Since the HRC has already written off the lion’s share of transgender activists as people to avoid and circumvent, and added a nice little character assassination to top it off, why not make it a self-fulfilling prophecy for them? Certainly when you have nothing to have ever gained, there’s nothing to lose!

More pointedly, HRC in its contemporary version really has no clue what protesters and “loose cannons” are all about. They complain about this now! These folks really have no recollection or awareness of the old days, the Act-Up days, the Stonewall days. In short order after the next congressional session (and maybe sooner), they will. It’s time to give them what they want to portray us as and what they expect – protests and acrimony, venom and voices raised to a pique.

Maybe it’s time to “give the people what they want” … so to speak.

So off to protest in the Big Easy with Kelli Busey and Courtney and the good folks hosting in New Orleans! Then time to hit the French Quarter too! (Hey, you’ve gotta have some diversion to get your mind off of the depression borne from the GLBT politic!)

TransGriot Note: Give 'em hell Ness, Kelly and Courtney! The protests continue. No ENDA No Peace!

Confessions Of A GLBT Airline Employee


The recent Bilerico post concerning my GLBT airline brothers and sisters who've lost their jobs was a deja vu moment for me.

One of my nicknames in the transgender community is the Air Marshal because I worked for 14 years for CAL at IAH.

Oops, drifting into airline speak again.

I was the rapid response team for the transgender community during my early activist years. If we had a problem or needed someone representing us for a short notice protest or board meeting, I got called.

I miss it so much I wrote a novel in 2003 that weaves some of my airline experiences into the plot called On The Wings of Love

I started working for Continental in 1987 during the Frank Lorenzo regime. I remember telling friends after my grandfather passed away in 1984 and had worked 35 years for CAL that I wouldn't be caught dead there while he was running the place. I was upset that the 'Proud Bird with the Golden Tail's' quality reputation, as Continental's ad slogan was back in the day had been sullied by Lorenzo's union busting and heavy-handed diss the employees management style..

But since it was the Reagan years and jobs were scarce I reluctantly took it after resisting the suggestion from my dad for three years because I wanted to start in passenger service, not the ramp. I spent a miserable but fun year on the IAH ramp before I finally got the promotion to passenger service I wanted in June 1988 and subsequently ended up in Denver spending the month of July 1988 at old Stapleton Airport in training.

I loved the international and multicultural aspect of working for an airline. We had people from 40 countries and all 50 states and territories that worked at IAH. That multicultural aspect of our employee base also included GLBT peeps as well.

I also noted that it was consistent throughout the industry when I started non-revving all over the place once my pass privileges kicked in (I miss the Golden Handcuffs, too). As a gate agent and later a CSR and supervisor I got to interact with a lot of GLBT pilots, flight attendants, fellow gate emplyees and supervisors at mine and other carriers.

I also got to interact with GLBT customers, and I'll save those stories for another post.

Because I was the lone African-American on my gates for a few years with the exception of a few supervisors who became my airline mentors, I spent down time between flights in the flight attendant lounge hanging out.with my high school classmate Melanie and other Afriican-Americans. I got to meet some wonderful people and I still laugh about one visit to the company store which at that time before they moved the crew lounge to more spacious digs was down the hall.

I was grabbing snacks and was standing next to a 'family' flight attendant who was playing with a model of a DC-10. He held it in his hand like it was flying in straight level flight for a few seconds then nosedived it into a pile of t-shirts while singsonging the words "Death cruiser." It was a sarcastic nickname they had for the plane that referenced the DC-10's propensity to crash when they first entered airline fleets in the 70's before they fixed the problem. We used to call the A300 Airbus the 'Scarebus' because of the way it rattled like it was going to break apart when you revved the bird up for takeoff.

I saw the effects of the HIV/AIDS crisis reflected in the airline ranks as well. There were more than a few times I popped down in the crew lounge to say hello to some people and was greeted at the door of the crew lounge with a memorial photo and burning candle memorializing another co-worker who lost their battle with AIDS.

Before I transitioned I used to spend a lot of time in Montrose crossdressed . There were more than a few times I'd bounce into Charlie's, the gay-owned 24 hour restaurant and coffee shop in the heart of Houston's gayborhood and run into fellow employees there or at Studio 13, the Black gay hangout. There were also moments in which I had co-workers come out. Every time it happened, I had to ask myself when I was finally going to address my own gender issues and do the same thing they were doing.

I remember when one of my fellow Latina CSR's transferred to Inflight. I used to good naturedly tease Gloria because every time I saw her cute, petite self, she was standing in front of one of the floor length mirrors we had in various breakrooms around the terminal. Her makeup bag was open, not a hair out of place and she'd be applying mascara to those long eyelashes of hers that framed her wide light gray eyes

We'd become good friends over time and she came out a few months later. I was one of the first people she told because I knew her partner as well and she was worried about losing my friendship, I told her I had my own issues and that we were friends for life as she hugged me. Gloria ended up being one of the first people I told about my own transition in 1994. It was interesting to note that when I finally did so, over the next few weeks several people in various departments came out as well.

Since I worked the gates my transition was a very public one. I felt like I was in a fishbowl with 30,000 passengers a day transiting Terminal C at the time, and my co-workers got to watch me morph in front of their very eyes into the Phenomenal Transwoman.

The GLBT ones in and out of the closet welcomed me into the family. There were varying reactions from my straight counterparts. One interesting reaction was the way the guys shunned me for a few weeks, then resumed conversing with me three months later. It was as if I was beig severed from the Masculine Borg collective. The women embraced me almost immediately, and there was one memorable conversation in which I ended up in the breakroom with several sistahs and they laid out the Sistah's Rules of Femininity to me during a 45 minute break between flights. The fundies just tried to proselytize me.

In those early transition days I did a Terminal C listening tour in which I made it clear that anybody who wanted to ask me questions could pull me aside on our breaks and as long as the question wasn't too personal, I'd answer it. I made that same offer to the pilots, Inflight, the mechanics and the ramp as well. It seems like during that first six weeks I had more honest one on one or group conversations with people than I'd had with folks in the previous six years I'd been employed there..

The funniest one was when I had one female co-worker trying to ascertain what my sexual orientation was and asked me if I asked me if I liked women. I brushed her question off by joking, "Yeah, I like women. I like women so much I want to be one." When that led to one of my gay male supervisors pulling me aside after a flight and asking it I was transitioning to become a lesbian, I quickly had to do damage control on that comment.

Another humorous moment was when the late Jerry Falwell made his infamous attack on Teletubbie Tinky-Winky. and every out GLBT pilot and flight attendant in the system responded by putting Tinky Winky key fobs on their roller bags.

There were also not so humorous moments. I flew to DCA in 1998 for my first lobby trip with Vanessa Edwards Foster traveling with me on a buddy pass. I was still in the process of getting my work records changed to reflect my new name and my company ID already had Monica on it. I was in a great mood because it was my first trip to DC and I was feeling good after being on the Hill for two days (before i found out we'd been sabotaged by HRC a year later).

The African-American gate agent I showed my ID to, when it was time for me to pick up our seats for the return trip to Houston embarrassed and angered me by using my old name on the PA in a crowded gate lounge, in effect outing me to the entire lobby. He ended up issuing a written apology to me a few days later when i wrote up the incident for my supervisor and his GM.

The same thing happened to me in LA in 1999. This one exposed me to some jerks on the flight walking by my aisle seat and repeatedly calling me 'faggot' as I was still fuming about not only being outed again, but this time being erroneously bumped off the 7 AM PDT LAX-IAH trip. I couldn't retaliate because I was in uniform and heading back to work when I arrived at IAH.

I also used my passes to check out GLBT venues in other cities. I hung out at Club Peanuts on Santa Monica Blvd at Club Peanuts one Tuesday night and ran into a few actors enjoying on the down low the company of the T-girls hanging out there. So I wasn't surprised by the news of a certain comedian being pulled over on that street with a T-girl in his vehicle.

There was one night I was in the Village with Dana Turner and we were talking about transgender related community business during a drag show at One Potato, Two Potato. The manager actually walked over to us and asked us to be quiet because we 'were disturbing the (lousy) drag performer on stage. Me and Dana did double takes, then she replied to the manager, "Since when did this become Lincoln mother----ing Center?"

One thing I do miss about my airline days besides the travel, the flexible schedule, the money and the other perks that go along with it is that every workday was different. One day you'd be checking in a celebrity or politician, the next some sweet senior citizen taking a trip to see her grandkids, a couple on their honeymoon.or a kid heading off to college or military boot camp.

We were a family, no matter if you worked in LAX, EWR, CLE, ORD, IAH or some outstation with four flights a day. You were also connected to other airline people internationally as well not only at your own carrier, but others worldwide. We had airlne specific softball, volleyball and basketball tournaments, 5 and 10K runs in various spots on the globe and picnics in various places. The world was basically your playground and with airline passes, you could see any concert, attend any sporting event and any conference no matter where it was held. All you had to do was trade for the days off.

Oh yeah, we also had some slammin' parties, too. Some airline peeps can drink and eat twice their weight in food and alcoholic beverages. I also noted the irony that as many hetero airline couples marriages were crumbling because of AIDS (Airline Induced Divorce Syndrome) the GLBT airline couples I knew had been together up to a decade or more.

But yeah, I do miss the airline industry and I'm saddened that it's going through another round of consolidation and contraction that's going to cost a lot of good people some very nice well paying jobs.

But mine was fun while it lasted.

The Civil Rights Battle Moves From The Streets To The Internet


By Heather Faison, NNPA Special Correspondent
May 12, 2008

PHILADELPHIA (NNPA) - One of the most important e-mails to land in Kourtney Addison's inbox was seconds away from being cyber trash.

As her eyes scrolled down the computer screen, the forwarded message read like a scene from a Jim Crow-era documentary. A tree that only Whites could sit under, nooses hung in a schoolyard, a Black teen facing a 22-year sentence for beating a White classmate.

Immediately, she thought it was a joke. "It just seemed so unreal," she recalled of the story later known as the Jena Six.

"It was just blatant racism."

Wearing a white T-shirt with the words "Free The Jena 6" painted in red block letters, the Temple University sophomore joined more than 700 students in a demonstration in front of City Hall last September. It was Addison's first protest. As she pumped her fist in the air letting her oversized cowry shell bracelet drop to her elbow, the 19-year-old was brought to tears by the passion displayed by her peers and the realization that "Dr. King's dream had not been fully realized yet."

The events of last year - the Jena Six protest, the firing of racist disc jockey Don Imus and the campaign for Genarlow Wilson, a Georgia teen sentenced to prison for consensual sex with a White classmate - resulted in a rebirth of political activism among African-Americans, unseen in recent years.

Many have wondered who is behind this surge. The leader of this movement is not on CNN or holding press conferences on the evening news. This revolution will not be televised - but you may find it in your e-mail.

Today's generation is turning technology into activism and using the Internet as a tool to carry its messages. With social media sites and e-mail blasts, a story about an injustice can be sent to millions in one mouse-click, garnering support en masse.

"The early Civil Rights Movement had the mimeograph and the Black press. Today, we have e-mail, blogs, text messaging, online petitions, instant messaging, social networking sites like Facebook and MySpace," said Chris Rabb, Philadelphia-based Netroots activist.

Netroots (taken from Internet and grassroots) was coined after Internet users ignited the campaign of 2004 presidential candidate Howard Dean through mass e-mails and blogs, bringing him national support and millions in fundraising dollars. Netroots uses the Internet as a platform to voice opinions and draw online users to a particular cause.

Though Netroots activism for African Americans is nascent, says Rabb, "it is by no means a fad."

Through grassroots petition signing and e-mail campaigns, these online activists raised the profiles of stories such as the Sean Bell shooting, long before the media or Black leaders noticed. Cutting no slack for offenders regardless of race, these individuals successfully challenged BET networks' negative portrayal of African-Americans and have exposed the faults of Black leaders in their candid blog commentaries.

"Black activists Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton are pimping the 'man' in the name of civil rights," read a tongue-in-cheek entry from blogger, The Field Negro.

The mobilization strength of African-American bloggers has been the force behind this movement. These individuals share their views and social commentaries on blog sites that allow readers to comment, e-mail or link stories to other sites. While most blogs are created for leisure and better reflect an online diary, a group of bloggers known as the Afrosphere is dedicating its efforts to the progress of African-Americans. This pool of activists successfully motivates its readers to political participation, says Antoinette Pole, a political science professor at Southern Connecticut State University.

In her study "Black Bloggers and the Blogosphere," which was the first academic examination of this group, Pole found that Black bloggers had a greater desire and ability to encourage readers towards social awareness issues moreso than their White counterparts. Most Black bloggers used their sites to engage political activism by suggesting readers: vote or register to vote in elections, sign petitions supporting a cause, attend a rally or protest and donate to charitable causes.

Since Pole's November 2005 study, which is included in her upcoming book exploring political participation among bloggers, Black bloggers have grown from a sparse group and have situated themselves at the forefront of civil rights activism.

The number of Black-operated blogs is growing daily with 900 tracked in March by Electric Villager's Black Blog Rankings (BBR). A giant leap from the 75 blogs accounted for in September 2007.

The sites in the Top Ten Black Blog rankings attract an average of 500 visitors daily.

This network has used its heft to rally around social causes and draw the nation's attention to overlooked injustices, such as in the town of the once little-known Jena.

Though many have vied for credit, the organization of the mammoth descent in Jena was the property of Black bloggers, wrote Raquel Christie of the American Journalism Review in the first assessment of the media's response to the story. For months after the fight involving the Jena High School students now known as the Jena Six, the media and traditional civil rights organizations were silent.

While the mainstream media trailed in their coverage - even after Chicago Tribune reporter Howard Witt broke the story nationally - and Black leaders stood oblivious to the Deep South injustice, a network of bloggers and Internet-based civil rights organizations reportedly galvanized more than 220,000 people who signed online petitions and contributed more than $130,000 to the legal defense fund in support of the teenagers months before the protest.

James Rucker, co-founder of colorofchange.org, says his group helped set up the fund and organized a "blog-in" where thousands of interlinked bloggers wrote solely about the story for one day to focus their readers' attentions to the case.

Playing catch-up along with the media, the Rev. Al Sharpton said it was through the Internet that he found out about the Jena Six story.

The influence of Black bloggers was first realized when their online petitions brought national attention to the case of 14-year-old Shaquanda Cotton who was sentenced to seven years in prison for shoving a school hall monitor in Paris, Texas. Citing racial discrimination, bloggers called a "Day of Action" where they united under the cause and simultaneously posted stories solely about Cotton's case. The bloggers and their readers began flooding the Texas governor and Texas prison authority with letters and holding protests in front of the courthouse. Their collective effort resulted in Cotton's release and an examination of the Texas juvenile justice system.

"That one issue kind of coalesced everyone around one central issue; that's when we began to link to one another," says Shawn Williams, creator of the blog Dallas South, which is based in Dallas, Texas. "Before that we were all sort of blogging in our own worlds."

Cotton's story was the catalyst for what would become the Afrospear, says Williams, which is a blog site for discussion among all bloggers in African Diaspora, to share ideas and plan solutions.

The diverse landscape of the Afrosphere mirrors a movement that transcends labels of class, gender and partisanship. These bloggers discuss a range of insights from conservative politics (Jack and Jill Politics) to Black misogyny (What About Our Daughters) to gay rights (The Republic of T) and are airing out topics once reserved for barber shops and sister circles.

Little technical skill is required to start a blog or engage in the conversations. Compared to the preparation and training needed during the Civil Rights Movement, activists today can fight injustice without extensive knowledge and with little time commitment, allowing everyone to make a contribution, says Rucker.

This culture of inclusion bodes well for closing the digital divide in which African Americans are statistically behind in Internet use and access.

"An increasing percentage of civic-minded Black people are becoming more and more web savvy," observed Rabb. "At the same time there is a proliferation of web-based resources and other technologies that make it free, easy and powerful for private citizens to amplify their voices and impact in ways unimaginable even during the dot-com craze a decade ago."

After the Jena Six protest there was an eagerness to coin this political drive the "new civil rights movement." Though flattered by the comparison, many bloggers avoid that moniker saying that it "puts them in a box" too concentrated on the ways of the past. One precedent they defy in the Afrosphere is the old-age idea that a movement requires a chosen leader.

"There's no one persona or personality that's kind of at the center of things," says Rucker. "I think hopefully we're able to move beyond centralized personality-based leadership that has plagued us in the past."

Many bloggers write under an alias to maintain anonymity, which Rabb likens to the Underground Railroad agents who could conduct their missions without ever meeting face-to-face.

This "faceless" leadership is especially appealing to youth who are discovering their voices through Netroots activism. While civil rights veterans are toiling over how this generation would fall in line with the rules set by their forbearers, they have overlooked a charge already in progress.

"The movement may not be as visible as it was in the '60s, but that's because the issues we face are not as visible. Racism and things of that nature are institutionalized now," says Addison.

The events that unfolded last year struck a cord with those in a younger generation, specifically Generation Y, igniting a display of activism and pride. The stories of Mychal Bell (the face of the Jena Six), Genarlow Wilson and the young women of the Rutgers University basketball team, who were object of Imus' verbal attack, resonated with younger generations. In those cases the victims were the same age as their best friends and classmates, which made them realize that the fight was no longer just their parents'.

For a generation that was introduced to a computer before a pen and a pad, this movement has come to Generation Y's favorite hangout spot - the Internet. The popular social network Web site Facebook has been instrumental in helping young activists share their opinions with peers and brand their own causes.

When a group of Temple students wanted a Black student union to bridge the gap with the community and create a support system for Black students, they created a Facebook group to rallying the university and the community behind their cause. Addison, an officer in the student organization, says the site has been a viral avenue of communication, with 707 people having joined.

"Because our aim is so wide its imperative that we reach out to a lot of people at one time, so we use the World Wide Web," says the New Jersey native.

"If each coordinator invites all of their friends on Facebook to an event we're holding, we can get the word out to literally thousands of people within a matter of minutes." The Black student union raised $800 for the Jena Six legal fund and organized the Temple protest that went from the campus Bell Tower to the steps of City Hall.

In these tech-rich times, one place these young activists don't seem to be running to is traditional civil rights organizations. Williams, a one-time NAACP college chapter leader, has seen first hand the exodus of youth from such organizations.

In recent years the NAACP has struggled to increase membership and remain relevant to today's youth who are more likely to meet with friends over instant messenger than at the library - a common gathering place for NAACP meetings. The organization's presumed shortcomings have more to do with a digital disconnect than with its "cool factor," according to Williams.

"A lot of the NAACP chapters are a little bit behind the times," he says, noting one local chapter that has a blog linked to the Afrosphere. "When it comes to activism and advocacy today, it moves at lightning speed."

This disconnection can prevent local chapters from furthering their agendas outside of their regional borders, adds Pole.

Efforts by the Louisiana NAACP and local chapters fell short when a rally they organized last March in support of the Jena Six teens drew only a few dozen people. Though well-intended, their outcome paled in comparison to the whirlwind of support that followed as a result of Internet campaigns.

Resources and skill sets from both online efforts and tradition organizations are needed and each could find greater success in a collaborative effort, Mary Frances Berry, a history professor at the University of Pennsylvania, noted in a recent interview with NPR. The former chairperson of the U.S. Commission on Civil Rights suggested that when the NAACP selects its future president, the candidate should be someone who can bridge the gap with online activists.

"They need to get with it, and plug in with these folks. All this energy needs to be mobilized, so that it doesn't become a one-week show," says Berry.

And if the old guard refuses collaboration, she stated ominously, "new organizations will simply have to displace them."

Heather Faison, a former Black Press fellow at the NNPA News Service, is a copy editor at the Philadelphia Tribune.

I Repeat: Can't Y'all Read Your Own Stylebooks?





I wrote about this issue last year, so let's review once again what the AP Stylebook says about transgender people and how to cover us.

transgender-Use the pronoun preferred by the individuals who have acquired the physical characteristics of the opposite sex or present themselves in a way that does not correspond with their sex at birth.

If that preference is not expressed, use the pronoun consistent with the way the individuals live publicly.


Okay, so New York Daily News, you have some 'splainin to do about the way you handled the February 10 Saneshia Stewart story.

Fooled John Stabbed Bronx Tranny

A transgendered prostitute was stabbed to death in the Bronx Saturday by a customer who was apparently surprised by the hooker’s true sex, police sources said Saturday.

The victim - a 25-year-old man who dressed like a woman - was identified by sources as Talib Stewart, who often went by the feminine nicknames of Nesha or Sanesha.

Stewart was stabbed multiple times inside a Belmont apartment building about 6 a.m. Saturday, police said.

A 37-year-old man was later arrested inside the second-floor apartment, police said.

Though the suspect’s identity was not immediately released, the sources said he was the prostitute’s john who became enraged when he learned his partner was not a woman.

Stewart, more than 6 feet tall, was known to wear stylish, provocative outfits with towering high heels, neighbors said.

Stewart also apparently had undergone surgery to give him larger breasts and other female characteristics, neighbors said.

“She looked like a girl but when she turned around, you knew it was a man,” a 17-year-old neighbor said. “She had a big jaw and an Adam’s apple.”

Neighbors said Stewart was a friendly and flirty presence on the block and was rarely hassled for his appearance.

“She’s always been Nesha to me,” said a friend who just gave her first name, Janelle. “She’s funny and outgoing.”

“It’s a shock - nobody should do something like that,” said another neighbor who asked not to be identified. “She never had any problems here.”

Stewart’s relatives visited the crime scene Saturday afternoon and angrily declined comment. Neighbors said they didn’t know if Stewart was turning tricks but they had noticed frequent male visitors to her home.

The suspect remained in police custody last night as the Bronx district attorney was determining which charges to file, officials said.


Okay, this is just jacked up and piss poor reporting on so many levels I don't even know where to start. But then again this is the type of crappy tabloid style reporting we transpeople get that caused us to meet with the AP back in 2000 to craft the stylebook rules in the first place to end this BS.

First off, it's kinda obvious that if the person has a femme hairstyle, breasts, is dressed in feminine attire and lives that way 24/7/365 you use the pronouns 'she' and 'her' to describe this person except when they are germane to the story.

Secondly, why even put her old male name in the story? If she goes by Saneshia, then that's what you write. The whole story was written in a disrespectful, distorted, and dehumanizing tone.

GLAAD felt the same way and complained. The New York Daily News did a follow up story the next day but still got it wrong. They again used the wrong pronouns and this time put Saneshia's name in parentheses.

Slain transgendered neighbor 'a friend of whole building,' Bronx man says

Monday, February 11th 2008, 4:00 AM

Talib (Sanesha) Stewart, a 6-foot transsexual, was found stabbed in Bronx building- allegedly by an ex-con who flew into a rage after finding out Stewart was not a woman.

So they were shocked to learn that their 25-year-old transgendered neighbor was stabbed to death Saturday by an ex-con who told cops he flew into a rage when he found out his date was not a woman.

"Nesha was a friend of the whole building - a really nice person who didn't deserve that," downstairs neighbor Steven Bamberg, 45, said. "I called him 'her' out of respect."

Police responded to a dispute on Beaumont Ave. about 6 a.m. and found Stewart stabbed several times.

They arrested Steve McMillan, 37, who was still inside Stewart's apartment. He was waiting to be arraigned on a murder charge last night. Police sources said McMillan was a john who flew into a rage after discovering Stewart, a prostitute, was not a woman.

Bamberg, however, denied Stewart was a prostitute.

The statuesque Stewart had breast implants and other plastic surgery to look more like a woman, neighbors said.

McMillan was released from prison in November after serving eight years on a Westchester County drug conviction, state prison records show.

Bamberg said he heard his friend in distress about 5 a.m. and phoned 911.

"It was like a scream," he said. "Then I heard, 'Uhhhhhh,' softer and softer, her last breath."

When cops arrived, they knocked at Stewart's door repeatedly, Bamberg said. McMillan eventually answered, the neighbor said.

Bamberg said he saw police with guns drawn telling the suspect as they led him outside, "You know your friend upstairs is dead."

"You killed my friend!" Bamberg recalled screaming at McMillan before collapsing onto the curb and crying.

Stewart was well-loved since moving into the building three years ago, Bamberg said.

"We all accepted her," he said.

Bamberg said McMillan was at the house hours before the killing, claiming to have left something in Stewart's apartment.

He said cops removed the apartment door as evidence.

"There's a big pool of blood on the floor and all over the bed," Bamberg said. "It looks like a war zone."

A spokeswoman with the medical examiner's office said the fatal blows penetrated Stewart's throat and lung.

Stewart's grandmother, Evelyn Stewart, said she loved the victim.

"I've always been close to him," she said after identifying Stewart's body yesterday. "I didn't care what he was."

McMillan was charged with attempting to sell a controlled substance in 1999, records show. He recently returned to Yonkers and was living temporarily at a shelter, a friend, who identified himself as Ramel C., said.

Ramel C., 37, said McMillan had a girlfriend. He said his life-long friend must have been shocked to discover he was with a man.

"I'm not saying that's a reason to kill anyone," he said. "But I'm sure he was in some type of turmoil or shock."


This once again plays into what I wrote about in terms of how African-American transwomen images are treated. Neighbors 'assumed' that since Saneshia had many male admirers, that she was a hooker. Yeah, right. Sounds like some neighbors had nothing better to do than worry about who was going in and out of Saneshia's door.

I'm also pissed about the repeated use of incorrect pronouns and the placing of her name in parenteses. Do you do the same thing to Cherilyn (Cher) Sarkisian or Gordon (Sting) Sumner? So why presume that it's okay to do it to transwomen?

So once again, to all those media peeps who continue to do this, can't you read your own stylebooks? Or are you too indifferent, transphobic, too busy or don't care about doing accurate stories about transpersons and covereing them with dignity and respect, especially when that life has been senselessly taken away?