Being Black and LGBT in America (2013) / BlkLGBTQ

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Black, LGBT, American
Black, LGBT,
American
By Darnell L. Moore
Originally published on
Advocate.com July 15 2013
4:03 AM ET
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Editor's Letter: Black and LGBT in America
--On May 17, Mark Carson, a 32-year-old black gay man in New York City, was murdered
in gay-friendly Greenwich Village by homophobes wielding a 38-caliber revolver. I did not
know Carson, but I feel I have encountered him on countless occasions. I encounter him
when I speak with the young, mostly black and brown people we serve at the HetrickMartin Institute where I work. I encounter him when I look in the mirror. My life, like his, like
that of many of the kids I work with, has been shaped by the multiple identities that mark
me. I am black, but rendered invisible within most mainstream LGBT movements. I am
gay and have been ostracized by the homophobia of other black people. I am male and
realize that my privileges are not granted to black lesbian and trans women. Like Carson,
my personal experiences are often missing from narratives of gay progress.
Hundreds attended a march on May 20 in Carson's memory. While I was moved by the
solidarity, I knew that if Carson hadn't been gay, 1,500 (mostly white) LGBT-supporting
people would not have been out on the street protesting a black man's murder. I don't
even know if I would have been standing at a busy intersection in Greenwich Village,
where a makeshift memorial now stands. I stood in front of the memorial and remembered
my own experience on the same block several months ago. I remembered the fact that in
most gay spaces my blackness is pronounced, in some black spaces my queerness is
animated, and in both spaces I have experienced a lack of safety.
Black in a Gay Space
There was nothing remarkable about the cramped bar and grill where I often partied on
Thursday nights. It was decorated with the kind of faux-leather lounge couches and tiny
cocktail tables that look better at night under the glare of tinted lights. It was an
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unspectacular space, except that on Thursday nights it teemed with a crowd of mostly
black gay men downing cocktails, chatting, and flirting with each other over a hot mix of
hip-hop beats in the heart of mostly white and queer-friendly Greenwich Village.
The red-lit lounge was, appropriately enough, named Desire. And, despite its short
distance from the iconic Stonewall Bar, the weekly event there was one of the few spaces
that attracted black gay men in a city with few social outlets that cater to black and brown
queer and trans people. Desire attracted me, a 37-year-old black gay Brooklynite who
often feels underrepresented in New York's gay bars. I was ecstatic to have another
weekday party option.
But the last time I attended Desire's Thursday night mixer, in March, was the last time
anyone attended it; that night it was shut down by a horde of New York City police
officers. They were all white, an important detail in a bar full of black gay men. In such a
place, a dozen white cops are bound to inspire an array of responses, including fear. Gay
or straight, we're all too well-versed in how the justice system encounters us.
My stomach clenched at the sight of the NYPD storming through the entrance that night,
but I have become jaded by my frequent encounters with the law. The memory of a black
police officer in Camden, N.J., who many years ago mistook me for a "lookout boy" — the
boy whose job it was to holler "Po-Po" as a signal to the neighborhood dealers that a cop
car was approaching — still angers me. The officer grabbed me without warning, twisted
my arms behind my back, pushed me into the back seat of his police cruiser, and sped off
without reading me my Miranda rights. I was an honors student, more interested in the
dealers than the deals.
Those of us gathered in Desire that Thursday night weren't doing anything wrong, but
before long, the music stopped and conversations turned to whispers. We were
commanded to leave while several cops patrolled the area outside. They had followed a
black trans woman from another location — watched as they apprehended and arrested
her a few feet from the bar. The melee was messy enough to bring more cops and an
ambulance.
Asking a gay man to leave a party at the very moment it is getting good is inviting trouble.
Privileged with a clean record, my friend and I weren't afraid to demand a reason for our
expulsion. One of the officers shoved my friend by the arm in response, so we asked for
badge numbers. A few of the cops quickly covered them up.
A precarious situation was in the making. We knew it and left, watching in disgust as the
lounge finally cleared out. I felt anger and I felt shame, because I realized that once again,
this black queer had been denied an opportunity to be present in the queerest space in all
of New York City.
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At left: Sakia Gunn
Gay in a Black Space
Whether they are the dark,
asphalt-paved roadways of
large urban landscapes like
New York City or dirt-lined
thoroughfares of unfamiliar
towns, streets carry the
traces of so many of our
black queer encounters in a
mostly white and straight
America.
Seventeen-year-old
Wauynee Wallace, a black
gay teen who grew up in
Camden, N.J., was shot
dead in the summer of 2012 on the very streets where I had played as a youth. Tragically,
Wallace was shot in the back of the head while walking with his friends one night.
Whether or not he was killed because of his perceived sexuality and gender nonconforming expression, the case is an eerie and tragic reminder of the ways that queer
and trans people are placed under surveillance, policed, attacked, and killed throughout
the United States, even in this post-Matthew Shepard and James Byrd, Jr. Hate Crimes
Prevention Act moment.
Yet Wallace, like 15-year-old black lesbian Sakia Gunn, who was stabbed in the heart by
a black man in Newark in 2003, did not entirely match the profile of HCPA's namesakes,
white gay Matthew Shepard or black straight James Byrd Jr., who was brutalized because
of his race. Gunn, a young black girl, did not entirely match the image of any of the male
victims. Indeed, Wallace, like Gunn — like me — existed within a crossing where sexual
identities, gender expressions, and racial markers not only meet but are thoroughly
entangled.
Wallace and Gunn existed in a complicated intersection of identities. And crossings can
be precarious spaces to occupy for those who must dodge multiple arrows of racism,
homophobia, sexism, and so much else daily. I know what it feels like to be multiply
marked: I was brutally attacked on a street not too far from Wallace's home when I was 14.
The Whitman Park section of Camden, or "Polacktown," as it is called, is a distressed
area of an underprivileged 16-square-mile slice of urban America. The neighborhood is
lined with small-porched row houses, vacant lots, and some trash-lined streets. And yes,
the media calls it the "hood," but it was my home.
The close proximity of our living quarters made community-building easy. It is difficult to
disengage those whose conversations you can overhear on connected porches or
through walls of closely attached homes. Like Wallace, I was a peculiar black boy who
preferred to hang out with the neighborhood girls. I was a good dancer and enjoyed the
arts. My difference made for a series of intriguing conversations and rumors on my block.
There were whispers. The news of my perceived queerness traveled quickly in a densely
populated neighborhood where it is impossible to be invisible. And even though I desired
to be undetectable and unmarked, I was often targeted by neighbors and strangers alike.
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Several boys coming from the grocery store one day during my eighth grade year
surrounded me. A few of the "hard" boys on my block were my classmates, and one
happened to live next door. After some words were exchanged while walking down the
street, I heard the word "faggot." Then, one of the boys, whose nickname was OB,
uncovered a gallon of kerosene, taken from the small yellow moped given me by my
uncle as a gift, which had been stolen several days prior. I was actually relieved when it
disappeared, because I was too scared to take it for a ride.
Kerosene in hand in a tightly closed milk jug, OB uncoiled the plastic cap and emptied the
gallon on my head. The liquid enveloped my body. I could barely see. My eyes were
glazed and throbbing. I felt hands — many hands‚ — violently hammering my body. Then
I heard a match. It flickered several times. The wind, however, seemed, instinctively, to put
out each fire.
My aunt, returning home from work, saw the assault and quickly intervened. She is a
woman with a small frame, but a lot of courage. She gathered my things and quickly
walked me to West Jersey Hospital, about 10 minutes away from our home. She held my
hand as I moved about embarrassedly, with kerosene in my eyes and on my skin. I cried
uncontrollably when they covered my eyes with nozzles spewing water to cleanse them.
OB was determined to burn me alive that day. I still don't understand what would provoke
him to set me afire. What made him so angry that he would want to dispose of me, his
peer? I knew little about his family and personal life, but I knew enough. I knew that the
immense poverty he and his siblings encountered and the violence that had become
mundane in our neighborhood had begun to shape him in the same ways that they had
started to shape me.
Maybe OB and I were more alike than I wanted to believe. For instance, I shed fewer and
fewer tears every time I was told that another young person had been murdered in my
neighborhood. The real tragedy of living with gun violence is often the way it deadens
emotions. I can still feel the sensation that moved through my body when one of my
friends stayed over at my house. He was a black teen, like me. But unlike me, he was a
drug dealer and fighter. He lay opposite me on my grandparents' couch, where I would try
to sleep every night. He smirked, moved his leg under the covers, and placed his foot on
my crotch. I was aroused and he knew it. He smirked again. A few months later, he was
dead, shot while walking. I can still see his grin and feel his touch. The memories haunt
me. I cannot begin to imagine the memories of the many dead friends that troubled OB so
much so that he was no longer able to see life in me.
We were all black boys living in the same black neighborhood, but it was clear that day
that some of us were different. Some of us were gay. I was gay. And the streets in
Camden remember my queer encounter in that black space in the same way that they
now contain the ghostly imprint of Wallace's blood.
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At left: Jason Collins
Lack of Space
Why the telling of these
particular and personal
stories in response to the
larger question of what it
might mean to be black and
gay in an American moment
of supposed progress? My
narrative is just one of a
number of stories of black
LGBT life in America, after
all.
On April 29, Jason Collins
made history when he
publicly disclosed that he
was a black gay man, the first active male professional athlete in a major North American
team sport to come out. Several days before Collins' announcement, Brittney Griner, the
three-time All-American women's college basketball player and the Phoenix Mercury's
first overall pick in the 2013 draft, disclosed that she was a lesbian. Griner is also black.
Collins' and Griner' announcements occurred a year after black musician Frank Ocean's
public release of a letter detailing his love for another man. Ocean, like comedian Wanda
Sykes, who disclosed her sexual identity in 2008, received words of support from black
celebrities like Beyoncé Jay-Z, and Russell Simmons. In 2011, Janet Mock, the former
staff editor of People magazine's website, came out as transgender in an article published
in Marie Claire.
In the wake of Ocean, Lewis, and Griner, many people are asking if the tides have
changed for those who are black and queer in today's seemingly progressive America.
But one must ask: Which type of black queer person figures as the central character in this
narrative of progress? Whose narrative matters? And who is afforded safe space to exist
as black and queer?
The structural forces that impede or advance our lives will always shape the many ways
that one exists as black or gay — whether he (or she) is praised by the president, shot to
death by a stranger, lauded by celebrities, or doused with a gallon of kerosene. There is
no single way to be black and gay in America, but it is clear that there are too few spaces
for most black gay men to exist safely. And if that is true, there are even fewer sanctuaries
for black queer youth, lesbians, and trans people to exist in their entirety as well.
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