October 24, 2006 |
Sgt
Denny's Rant: A Dubious Distinction |
The
National Coming-Out Week Commencement Speech at
Brown University In
mid-October, as the early afternoon train barreled onward
northeast of New Haven, the Autumn leaves burst
into riotous glory; and I sat entranced by the
beauty. All around me, other riders clicked
away at their laptops, oblivious to the lovely
scenery of forests, lakes, harbors, rivers and
estuaries filled with migrating birds.
"Oh dear," I thought, "I must be
the only one old enough, aboard, to have the time
to enjoy this."
I was on my way from
New York City to Brown University in Providence
Rhode Island to give the National Coming-Out Week Commencement Speech. The students' Queer
Alliance, there, had invited me to come and speak
about my lifetime as an activist and the history
of the LGBT rights movement to an audience of 18-
and 19-year-olds. Delighted as I was that
they wanted to hear our history, I realized that I
had somehow achieved the dubious distinction of
having become the wizened old activist emeritus,
at age 60, with "stories of the old
days" to
tell. Oy!
The marker
of my generation was, "what were you doing on
the day Kennedy was shot?" Today's
youth will likely ask one other, in years to
come, "where were you on September 11th, 2001
when America was attacked by
terrorists?" For both groups, who were
in their early to mid-teens at the time, the
events were a similar shattering of the innocence
of the youthful belief in the security and safety
of American freedom. Suddenly, were were no
longer lonely teenagers just beginning to realize
that we were queer; we became a part of a nation
in unified shock sharing a common reality
experience of horror and anguish. Each event
may have shaped us, in our youth, to suddenly
think beyond our personal moment of
self-discovery, to our responsibility as Americans
to speak up for freedom and to consider
volunteering to defend it. Then as now, some
of us took it upon ourselves to protest war
as pointless; and some of us to want to serve as
valiant warriors, despite being queer.
As I considered the words
that I would use to pass on the torch of activism
to today's youth, I began to realize that we are
not so different at all, they and I, in our coming
of age experiences. After all, back then if,
as a brave and courageous member of America's
armed forces, you were discovered to be queer,
you'd be kicked out. Today, 40 years later,
if as a brave and courageous member of America's
armed forces you are discovered to be queer,
you're still kicked out!
Demanding rights
is, alas, still necessary.
The speech:
I began by discussing the meaning of "Coming Out-Day" in terms of the need for visibility by
members of the LGBT community. If those who
know us as fellow students, sons, brothers,
nephews and nieces, learn that we are gay, most
will realize that we are not alien. I then
described the history of gays in America's armed
forces from the Revolutionary War to the present
(see history.html and An
Inconvenient Hero on this website).
The
Queer Alliance had specifically asked that I tell
the tales of my own experiences; and so I told of
coming out at the 1964 Worlds Fair in New York
with a friend as we walked under the stars on a
sparkling summer night at age 15. And I told
the tales of the demonstrations: my first activist
march with the NAACP in 1960 at the age of 13, the
1972 protests during the Miami Republican and
Democratic national conventions, The 1979 White
Night Riot in San Francisco, and so many
others. I spoke of the rocks, the tear gas,
the batons smashing heads, the shouts of "out
of the bars and into the streets!" I
told them of the days when the gods of gay
revolution walked the Earth like ordinary mortals.
Oh dear God, I had to tell them who Harvey Milk
and Leonard Matlovitch were; how could they know,
they weren't even born yet!
Tears come to my
eyes as I hear the echoes of those heady days; all
those heroes and
friends long dead in the mist of time and memory,
all the battles against hate and ignorance.
And so I sat there on the stage in a chair, my
hand on my cane, and I told them all the stories;
and they listened and listened as I passed on the
torch. Some yawned; but I could see other
eyes sparkling as they sensed the adventure and
outrage of the early days of the battle against
discrimination, as told by a grandfather who had
stood on the blood-spattered streets, back in the
day. We spoke
about what is being done now by legislative and
legal negotiators in MEA, AVER, and SLDN; and what
SoulForce is doing today on the streets as we
continue to demand freedom.
Before the
speech, I had been invited to 'dinner with the Queer
Alliance Executive Board.' I joked with
friends that they would probably have pizza and
that I'd have gas throughout my speech. In
the Queer Alliance lounge, full of old sofas and
the comfy disorder of a college space, we had
pizza. I got gas during my speech.
Well, not to worry; someday 40 years from now, one
of those former students will be called upon to
tell the tales of his or her youth to an audience
of young people who have just served pizza.
Grit your teeth, life is a passage, as it were.
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