Showing posts with label advocacy. Show all posts
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Thursday, June 21, 2007

Ugly Islands/Innocence, Sans Metaphors

People wonder why I've been so angry. Admittedly, I'm often angered about one thing or another; oppression just does not sit well with me. Speaking openly about this case has been like walking on eggshells, however, because our GLBTIQ communities have been sadly polarized on the issues.

What I've found, in open discussions with friends, is that few people went beyond the media smear to unearth the facts of the case.

I'm going to take a political leap, and post the following article. My own research shows the same facts of the case. In truth, I could go further, but will let this stand for now.

Anyone interested in working to correct this injustice, visit Fabulous Independent Educated Radicals for Community Empowerment, aka FIERCE!


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Lesbians sentenced for self-defense

All-white jury convicts Black women

Published Jun 21, 2007 2:58 AM

On June 14, four African-American women—Venice Brown (19), Terrain Dandridge (20), Patreese Johnson (20) and Renata Hill (24)—received sentences ranging from three-and-a-half to 11 years in prison. None of them had previous criminal records. Two of them are parents of small children.

Their crime? Defending themselves from a physical attack by a man who held them down and choked them, ripped hair from their scalps, spat on them, and threatened to sexually assault them—all because they are lesbians.

The mere fact that any victim of a bigoted attack would be arrested, jailed and then convicted for self-defense is an outrage. But the length of prison time given further demonstrates the highly political nature of this case and just how racist, misogynistic, anti-gay, anti-youth and anti-worker the so-called U.S. justice system truly is.

The description of the events, reported below, is based on written statements by a community organization (FIERCE) that has made a call to action to defend the four women, verbal accounts from court observers and evidence from a surveillance camera.

The attack

On Aug. 16, 2006, seven young, African-American, lesbian-identified friends were walking in the West Village. The Village is a historic center for lesbian, gay, bi and trans (LGBT) communities, and is seen as a safe haven for working-class LGBT youth, especially youth of color.

As they passed the Independent Film Cinema, 29-year-old Dwayne Buckle, an African-American vendor selling DVDs, sexually propositioned one of the women. They rebuffed his advances and kept walking.

“I’ll f— you straight, sweetheart!” Buckle shouted. A video camera from a nearby store shows the women walking away. He followed them, all the while hurling anti-lesbian slurs, grabbing his genitals and making explicitly obscene remarks. The women finally stopped and confronted him. A heated argument ensued. Buckle spat in the face of one of the women and threw his lit cigarette at them, escalating the verbal attack into a physical one.

Buckle is seen on the video grabbing and pulling out large patches of hair from one of the young women. When Buckle ended up on top of one of the women, choking her, Johnson pulled a small steak knife out of her purse. She aimed for his arm to stop him from killing her friend.

The video captures two men finally running over to help the women and beating Buckle. At some point he was stabbed in the abdomen. The women were already walking away across the street by the time the police arrived.

Buckle was hospitalized for five days after surgery for a lacerated liver and stomach. When asked at the hospital, he responded at least twice that men had attacked him.

There was no evidence that Johnson’s kitchen knife was the weapon that penetrated his abdomen, nor was there any blood visible on it. In fact, there was never any forensics testing done on her knife. On the night they were arrested, the police told the women that there would be a search by the New York Police Department for the two men—which to date has not happened.

After almost a year of trial, four of the seven were convicted in April. Johnson was sentenced to 11 years on June 14.

Even with Buckle’s admission and the video footage proving that he instigated this anti-gay attack, the women were relentlessly demonized in the press, had trumped-up felony charges levied against them, and were subsequently given long sentences in order to send a clear resounding message—that self-defense is a crime and no one should dare to fight back.

Political backdrop of the case

Why were these young women used as an example? At stake are the billions of dollars in tourism and real estate development involved in the continued gentrification of the West Village. This particular incident happened near the Washington Square area—home of New York University, one of most expensive private colleges in the country and one of the biggest employers and landlords in New York City. The New York Times reported that Justice Edward J. McLaughlin used his sentencing speech to comment on “how New York welcomes tourists.” (June 17)

The Village is also the home of the Stonewall Rebellion, the three-day street battle against the NYPD that, along with the Compton Cafeteria “Riots” in California, helped launch the modern-day LGBT liberation movement in 1969. The Manhattan LGBT Pride march, one of the biggest demonstrations of LGBT peoples in the world, ends near the Christopher Street Piers in the Village, which have been the historical “hangout” and home for working-class trans and LGBT youth in New York City for decades.

Because of growing gentrification in recent years, young people of color, homeless and transgender communities, LGBT and straight, have faced curfews and brutality by police sanctioned by the West Village community board and politicians. On Oct. 31, 2006, police officers from the NYPD’s 6th Precinct indiscriminately beat and arrested several people of color in sweeps on Christopher Street after the Halloween parade.

Since the 1980s there has been a steady increase in anti-LGBT violence in the area, with bashers going there with that purpose in mind.

For trans people and LGBT youth of color, who statistically experience higher amounts of bigoted violence, the impact of the gentrification has been severe. As their once-safe haven is encroached on by real estate developers, the new white and majority heterosexual residents of the West Village then call in the state to brutalize them.

For the last six years the political LGBT youth group FIERCE has been at the forefront of mobilizing young people “to counter the displacement and criminalization of LGBTSTQ [lesbian, gay, bi, two spirit, trans, and queer] youth of color and homeless youth at the Christopher Street Pier and in Manhattan’s West Village.” (www.fiercenyc.org) FIERCE has also been the lead organization supporting the Jersey Seven and their families.

The trial and the media

Deemed a so-called “hate crime” against a straight man, every possible racist, anti-woman, anti-LGBT and anti-youth tactic was used by the entire state apparatus and media. Everything from the fact that they lived outside of New York, in the working-class majority Black city of Newark, N.J., to their gender expressions and body structures were twisted and dehumanized in the public eye and to the jury.

According to court observers, McLaughlin stated throughout the trial that he had no sympathy for these women. The jury, although they were all women, were all white. All witnesses for the district attorney were white men, except for one Black male who had several felony charges.

Court observers report that the defense attorneys had to put enormous effort into simply convincing the jury that they were “average women” who had planned to just hang out together that night. Some jurists asked why they were in the Village if they were from New Jersey. The DA brought up whether they could afford to hang out there—raising the issue of who has the right to be there in the first place.

The Daily News reporting was relentless in its racist anti-lesbian misogyny, portraying Buckle as a “filmmaker” and “sound engineer” preyed upon by a “lesbian wolf pack” (April 19) and a “gang of angry lesbians.” (April 13)

Everyone has been socialized by cultural archetypes of what it means to be a “man” or “masculine” and “woman” or “feminine.” Gender identity/expression is the way each indivdual chooses or not to express gender in their everyday lives, including how they dress, walk, talk, etc. Transgender people and other gender non-conforming people face oppression based on their gender expression/identity.

The only pictures shown in the Daily News were of the more masculine-appearing women. One of the most despiciable headlines in the Daily News, “‘I’m a man!’ lesbian growled during fight,” (April 13) was targeted against Renata Hill, who was taunted by Buckle because of her masculinity.

Ironically, Johnson, who was singled out by the judge as the “ringleader,” is the more feminine of the four. According to the New York Times, in his sentencing remarks, “Justice McLaughlin scoffed at the assertion made by ... Johnson, that she carried a knife because she was just 4-foot-11 and 95 pounds, worked nights and lived in a dangerous neighborhood.” He quoted the nursery rhyme, “Sticks and stones will break my bones, but names will never hurt me.” (June 15)

All of the seven women knew and went to school with Sakia Gunn, a 19-year-old butch lesbian who was stabbed to death in Newark, N.J., in May 2003. Paralleling the present case, Gunn was out with three of her friends when a man made sexual advances to one of the women. When she replied that she was a lesbian and not interested, he attacked them. Gunn fought back and was stabbed to death.

“You can’t help but wonder that if Sakia Gunn had a weapon, would she be in jail right now?” Bran Fenner, a founding member and co-executive director of FIERCE, told Workers World. “If we don’t have the right to self-defense, how are we supposed to survive?”

National call to action

While racist killer cops continue to go without indictment and anti-immigrant paramilitary groups like the Minutemen are on the rise in the U.S., The Jersey Four sit behind bars for simply defending themselves against a bigot who attacked them in the Village.

Capitalism at its very core is a racist, sexist, anti-LGBT system, sanctioning state violence through cops, courts and its so-called laws. The case of the Jersey Four gives more legal precedence for bigoted violence to go unchallenged. The ruling class saw this case as a political one; FIERCE and other groups believe the entire progressive movement should as well.

Fenner said, “We are organizing in the hope that this wakes up all oppressed people and sparks a huge, broad campaign to demand freedom for the Jersey Four.”

FIERCE is asking for assistance for these young women, including pro-bono legal support, media contacts and writers, pen pals, financial support, and diverse organizational support. For details, visit www.fiercenyc.org.


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Sunday, May 27, 2007

Ugly Islands/Innocence


On visiting one of the people who inspired this project . . .

Rikers sucks. Just so you know.

Be attentive to the fact that, if you're going to visit any of the people who prompted your latest craze to make a difference, you'd best speak with some of their attorneys. Research attorney information. Leave messages.

Don't be surprised, when one attorney calls at 7 p.m. Remind your lover that you've already explained defense attorneys don't keep bankers' hours. Feel abashed when you pick up the phone and say, "Hey," because the ring tone you hear is assigned to one of your closest friends; the display says "PRIVADO," and that's how conversations always start: you say, "Hey"; he says, "Hey, what're you doin'?" Tell the attorney you thought she was someone else. Immediately drop into what your children call "Dr. Intense mode."

Bemoan again your inability to match the conversation style of people on the East Coast of the U.S. This woman talks hard and fast, asking pointed questions in a staccato delivery, like a finger jabbing repeatedly in the face. Say you are answering her questions. Try to speak more loudly, so you're heard. Listen to her tell you at least five times, "Doctor, I'm not trying to make you defensive. I just need to know what you want from my client, so I can take this to my colleagues." Tell her again and again what you're doing, until she repeats it back, so you know she's heard you. Listen to her position on presenting press credential: it allows for two hours with detainee, rather than one, plus paper, pens, and a tape recorder are allowed. Insist that you don't want to meet these girls as a member of the press; you don't even want to write about them: if they want to tell their own stories, you're willing to provide space for that. Wonder whether the attorney is intrigued or annoyed by this stance.

Give up on talking with attorneys. Figure, if the one representing the lead girl in this case knew anything at all, he wouldn't have let her be convicted. Anyway, he never returned your call. Recognize detainees don't need attorney permission to have visitors. Determine to let the lead girl decide for herself. Wonder whether to send her a letter first. Decide to just go.

Read the instruction sheets for visiting Rikers several times, to familiarize with rules. Check again, before leaving. Think you have a good understanding of what can and cannot be brought to or done at the facilities.

Drive three hours across three states, and through insane NY midtown traffic. Play loud music. Fuss with cosmetics, at traffic standstills.

Stop at parking lot, across the bridge from the Island. Stand in line to get on the bus. Realize you're totally over-dressed for this; everyone else is wearing t-shirts or tank tops with denim or cheap skirts.

Ask someone how much the bus costs. Step onto bus; take out two dollar bills. Be annoyed, when told the driver says the bus doesn't take bills, only change. Make everyone nearby in the thronging crowd unhappy, by slowly digging out two dollars in coins. Feel pleased that several people offer to give money. To the people who loudly ask one another, "What the hell she doin'?" answer that you weren't ready to give only coins. When they yell, "Well, you best be ready," say, "This is my first time. I'm workin' on it." Watch their faces turn to sad nods of understanding. Appreciate the sense of community.

Arrive at the entry port. Stand in line again. Ask someone how to get to the Rose Singer facility. Learn that everyone must first go through general processing. Try to hear the guard at the front of the line. Realize there's no way to hear him, over the clamoring voices of the visitors.

Show the guard ID. Realize he doesn't even look at it. Walk to the next line, in front of the building. Be glad people continue to be helpful, like telling you to take a filthy, broken white bin. Hold the bin with the two bags of stuff for the girl you're visiting, plus the bag you always carry -- the one you've emptied of everything but a wallet and cigarettes.

Stand at the first security checkpoint for a long while. Hear everyone complaining about the heat. Keep trying to listen to that guard down below. Finally hear him say that cigarettes are contraband. Ask the guy behind you whether you heard correctly. When he says yes, admit you have cigarettes. Feel assured, when he says you'll only be asked to put them in a locker. Be annoyed, later, when it turns out the cigarettes and lighter were taken from your bag at that checkpoint. Be more annoyed, when it's seven more hours and another state away, before you can actually find a place to purchase a pack of the brand you smoke.

Breeze through first security checkpoint, minus cigarettes, with no conversation. Watch young Black man behind you have his one item, a wallet, inspected several times, each currency bill pulled apart in a search for contraband. Note racial profiling. Think maybe it was a good idea to dress differently. Debate whether to feel stupid for thinking that. Hear your friend V. in your head, chastising you about "using your little light-skinned privilege."

Over the course of the day, remove shoes five times. Show ID six times. Note that only once is ID actually inspected, at the window where you get a set of two cards to complete, in order to visit a detainee for the first time. Run bags through security devices three times. Run body through security devices three times. Perform a light strip search once. Remember to tell girl you're visiting you had to take off your clothes, just to see her.

Arrive 11 a.m. Find way back to parking lot, across bridge, at 3:30. The allotted visit with detainee is one hour. The rest of the time is spent sitting in plastic chairs; walking from one check point to another; taking buses from one area to another. Do not stand on or beyond blue lines, ever. Do not approach doors, ever. Sit precisely where you are told. Stand when you are told. When on buses, always stand back. Farther back. Sit down, if possible. Hold on, if unable to sit. Become accustomed to the barking of guards, repeating these instructions. Do not pause to think, else suffer the wrath of guards who find the pause suspicious.

Try not to panic in the airlessness and oppressive heat of the rooms swarming with people. Fight the memories of growing up in institutions with these same hard floors and ugly chairs. Pretend you're outside. Do not attempt to go outside for any reason, unless directed to do so.

Assess the demographics of the visitors, in an effort to understand how so many individuals and groups can be there on a Friday morning. Realize they're mostly women with small children, or older women. Mental note: 98% Black and Latino/indigenous. A few White faces. No memory of Asians at all. Two women are sighted reading books. Everyone else eats small bags of junk food from the vending machines, talks with one another, tends to small children, or some combination. Don't eat anything. Just watch.

Don't ask too many questions. If you must ask questions, assess friendliness and patience factor of persons in vicinity. Realize there is no way around this, when the only guard present answers your question about how to open your locker by saying, "What does it look like I'm doing?" It looks like she is helping the primarily Spanish-speaking, generally drunken little man who's been asking one person or another for help since the first rooms. Say you don't know what she's doing. Flinch, when she retorts, "Well, let me know, when you figure it out." Watch her for another three seconds. Recognize there's a strand of keys attached to her belt, and she's holding one. Say, summarily, "So you have the keys." Watch her roll her eyes and walk away. Realize she'd be really fucking hot, if her attitude didn't suck donkeys.

Be prepared to have items you brought the detainee to be rejected. Be surprised, when the colored pencils are the only things not allowed. They're on the list of approved items. Don't argue. Listen to the guard's muffled voice, through thick bullet-proof glass, saying that next time you should only bring one book. Out of sheer curiosity, ask whether she means the books of literature or the composition notebooks. Don't be surprised, when she holds up one of each, and you can't understand her answer.

Listen to the other visitors joke about the pomposity of the guards. Note that these women all seem far too familiar with this scene. Watch the sadness and fatigue written on their bodies. Remember every day room, visitors' room, and holding room, ever. Try not to dissociate.

Ask whether you can buy a bottle of water. Decide against it, when the guard answers that, if you do, you will lose your chance for a visit, if you're at your locker when called. Remain thirsty for seven hours.

Sit in another chair. Wait to be told whether the detainee will see you. Wonder why there is a television set blaring some court TV program. Find that ironic.

Further note that's it's difficult to hear anything at all, including the television or the guards, with the enormous free-standing floor fan blowing. Watch the guard with the suck donkey attitude say something. Wonder whether she said, "Next." Realize now she's really pissed at you, because she actually said "Miss," and she meant you.

Stand and go to her. Remove articles of clothing, as told. Stand behind screen, when told. Reposition clothing, when told. Don't bother asking why someone so young and otherwise hot has such a shitty attitude.

Sit in yet another room with ugly chairs. This time, be prepared, when a new guard says, "Miss." Hesitate only because there are at least five other women sitting there. Wait for her to say, "You, in the white." Don't hesitate, even though you're wearing mostly black, with a white overblouse, and there's a woman wearing a white dress; the woman in the white dress is staring at the wall. Give the name of the person you came to see, as directed.

Next, become accustomed to being called by the name of the person you came to see. Allow a moment of confusion, when a guard looks at you, and says that name as a question. Say, "No, I came to see her." Nod, when another visitor explains that, from now on, you'll be called by the detainee's name. Okay.

Stand. Go into yet another security screening booth. Show hand under black light, illuminating stamp from when you entered this final building. Be waved into yet another room. Wonder whether this means the detainee has agreed to see you.

Sit in some seriously ugly chairs: all primary colors, with mauve thrown in for distraction, around low, tiny tables with white block numbers. Go to table 21, as instructed. Sit again.

Be surprised, when the detainee comes out, even though you know her story, and have seen photos of her. She's tiny. She looks all of twelve years old. Watch her cross the room, in her baggy grey jumpsuit. Try not to think of your own daughter in lock-up, at an even younger age. Try not to make this about you at all. Stand, shake her hand. Introduce yourself. Know you'll have to say your name into the noise of the room ten more times, before she gets it.

Talk about the details of her case. Shift between casual and professional modes of communication. Recognize no cause or project fits this girl. Ask her only what she needs. Listen.

Know that talking with her for that one hour makes everything you've done worth it.

Know this is just the beginning, and from now on, you'll know the system better.

Wonder whether you'll ever stop loathing institutions.

Follow directions to the building next to the one where the shuttle leaves you. Approach a group of about seven guards; ask how to break a twenty dollar bill to get back across the bridge. Attempt a smile, when one man grins, "How good do ya swim?" Listen to them all give different answers. Say, "Seriously. One answer will do." Listen to them joke about how each of their responses is the best. Finally get a consensus, and go find a van service.

Wait in the heat for twenty minutes, while the van driver eats an orange, smokes, and tells a visitor how to hook up with a guard who will apply money to a detainee's account during off hours, for a three dollar fee. Watch that transaction.

Watch how everyone is depleted, after their visits. Gutted.

Hate gridlock traffic through Manhattan, and all over the bridges. Wonder what kind of scam allows for toll fees. Sing and take photos out the car window, when traffic is at a literal stand-still.

Come home to more email than you can handle.

Try to imagine a life where there's time and energy enough for everything.

Feel good, thinking there are far worse concerns.

Ask yourself again how you're going to help this child who's facing five years minimum.

Try not to hate.

Remember her leaning forward several times, saying intently, "There's a reason for everything. Even this."

The day of sentencing, know her face, her small hands. Know, too, the voice of a person in authority who can defend his position by stating judges are not inanimate objects, and are therefore entitled to permit their strong personal opinions to influence sentencing. Girls such as these should recite nursery rhymes, he says, and walk away from harassment.

Ask yourself why anyone needs be reminded that a girl, too, is a sentient being. Consider the possibility that the judge doesn't have a girl he loves. Acknowledge that he rarely, if ever, walks the streets and, when he does, has the power of the judiciary to mete out his punishments for any perceived harassment. Tell yourself again that girls, young women, everyone has the right to self-defense.

"There is a reason for everything," she says. "Even this."

Wonder how she'll feel in five, ten years.

Try to recall being a teen. Wonder whether you were ever that innocent, that clean.

Yes.

Wonder what happened to you, to innocence.

~Emmanuela