Since The Tragedy, America Has Failed The Pulse Shooting Victims

We have not moved on, we have moved backward.
06/12/2017 04:19 pm ET Updated Jun 13, 2017

“They should have been here.”

That was the mantra running through my mind on repeat and making my heart race with sorrow even now, almost 12 months later. “They” referred to the 49 dead queer folks gunned down at Pulse Nightclub a year ago today. “Here” meant the St. Petersburg Pride festival taking place a few weeks after the Latin night which would be the last night Pulse stood as a safe haven for LGBTQ people living in central Florida, shortly before it became shorthand for yet another site of uniquely American devastation.

At the head of the parade were people marching with the names of the dead in their hands, stand-ins for the beautiful lives cut short by hatred and bigotry and a culture which propagates both. As their names moved silently through the crowd I hugged my lesbian friends and choked out the only thing I could: “they should have been here.”

Marchers carried the Pulse victims’ names through St. Petersburg
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Marchers carried the Pulse victims’ names through St. Petersburg

The 49 victims at Pulse were honored numerous times that night, and on many other nights across the nation. I happened to attend the Orlando City soccer match where 49 rainbow balloons marked out seats reserved for the dead and a 49th minute moment of silence stopped play. The Tony Awards, held just hours later after the tragedy, featured many a sobbing reminder that the theater is a place where love is love is love. Then-President Barack Obama had this to say about the massacre, in part:

This is an especially heartbreaking day for all our friends  ―  our fellow Americans  ― who are lesbian, gay, bisexual or transgender. The shooter targeted a nightclub where people came together to be with friends, to dance and to sing, and to live. The place where they were attacked is more than a nightclub  ― it is a place of solidarity and empowerment where people have come together to raise awareness, to speak their minds, and to advocate for their civil rights. So this is a sobering reminder that attacks on any American  ― regardless of race, ethnicity, religion or sexual orientation  ―  is an attack on all of us and on the fundamental values of equality and dignity that define us as a country

Millions of Americans recoiled in horror, struck back in anger, stood together in solidarity, or, like myself, wept in anguish. The city of Orlando bought Pulse and plans to turn it into a memorial. As a nation we hosted vigils, donated our time and money, tattooed rainbow pulses on our bodies, rainbow-ed our social media profiles, and declared #lovewins.

And six months later, with the future of LGBTQ Americans on the line, we sent foxes to the hen house.

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We elected a president who, in addition to his other enormities, rushed to embrace the slaughter of innocent Americans as validation of his Islamophobia. We elected a vice-president who made his national name on an attempt to legalize anti-LGBT discrimination. We endorsed a political party which tacitly endorsed conversion therapy and uses state governments to roll back LGBT rights. They chose an attorney general who spent his time in the Senate attempting to block LGBT rights every chance he could. And a majority of their peers in both Houses of Congress, not to mention most governorships across the nation, are hell-bent on making sure guns have more public rights than queer folks.

Of course, many factors influenced the ballots cast last November. But as I consider that the first 11 days of this Pride Month have all included a heavy dose of Trumpian surrealism, from our crashing withdrawal from the Paris Accords to Jim Comey’s testimony, to yesterday’s Tony Awards featuring numerous ACLU ribbons, I am painfully aware that the country’s political response to the deadliest shooting in US history was to grant a group of proud bigots immense power.

In those first few days after the election, as I wandered Stetson University’s campus bewildered and afraid, one question burst from my skull on numerous occasions.

Didn’t we ever matter?

At the time, I asked not only if other LGBTQ people and I mattered but also my fellow Black and Hispanic people, the women and non-binary people who have saved so many of us, the immigrants building America’s underbelly, the poor and the sick and everyone else preparing to have their daily struggles compounded by the world’s most powerful government.

I should have asked that question for the 49 dancers, lovers, friends, family members, unique flames snuffed out on a June night just six months earlier. I would have known immediately what seems so obvious to me now. For millions of my fellow Americans, they, I, and the rest simply do not matter. To the Bannonites, Pence people, and everyone else who thinks what I do in the privacy of my bedroom condemns me, I matter less than the dirt they hope to shovel over my body.

So be it.

A year after I awoke to some of the worst news I have ever seen, five months after watching those who would destroy us take office, sometime after most of the country moved on as though nothing happened, I am burning to fight.

To march and wail and gnash teeth, and punch, and organize and disrupt, and love and join the queer folks I spent the weekend watching do all of these things at Pride demonstrations across the nation.

To help remind the country that Pride sprung from resistance, with bricks flung from the hands of transwomen of color, and the bodies of AIDS victims, and a man who just wanted to exist on his husband’s death certificate, and the struggles of too too many unsung heroes who wanted nothing more than to live and love authentically and help others do the same. That fighting and cajoling and grasping is the only reason young queers like myself can enjoy the degree of acceptance we do today, though it remains less than we deserve.

Over the past few years, building a LGBTQ family and support network has saved my life, enabled me to discover myself, live out my passions, and hope in even the bleakest moments. I hope to take the strength they have given me and pay it forward ten times over. Together, in solidarity as an LGBTQ community linked with the rest of the oppressed around us, I believe that one day we can be truly free.

We shall not rest until we honor the lives and spirits of the 49 who came together in love and joy only to be slain by hate. We remember them, and together we will not fail them forever.

I sign off with eternal love, sorrow, and remembrance for:

Stanley Almodovar III, 23 years old

Amanda L. Alvear, 25 years old

Oscar A. Aracena Montero, 26 years old

Rodolfo Ayala Ayala, 33 years old

Antonio Davon Brown, 29 years old

Darryl Roman Burt II, 29 years old

Angel Candelario-Padro, 28 years old

Juan Chavez Martinez, 25 years old

Luis Daniel Conde, 39 years old

Cory James Connell, 21 years old

Tevin Eugene Crosby, 25 years old

Deonka Deidra Drayton, 32 years old

Simón Adrian Carrillo Fernández, 31 years old

Leroy Valentin Fernandez, 25 years old

Mercedez Marisol Flores, 26 years old

Peter Ommy Gonzalez Cruz, 22 years old

Juan Ramon Guerrero, 22 years old

Paul Terrell Henry, 41 years old

Frank Hernandez, 27 years old

Miguel Angel Honorato, 30 years old

Javier Jorge Reyes, 40 years old

Jason Benjamin Josaphat, 19 years old

Eddie Jamoldroy Justice, 30 years old

Anthony Luis Laureano Disla, 25 years old

Christopher Andrew Leinonen, 32 years old

Alejandro Barrios Martinez, 21 years old

Brenda Marquez McCool, 49 years old

Gilberto R. Silva Menendez, 25 years old

Kimberly Jean Morris, 37 years old

Akyra Monet Murray, 18 years old

Luis Omar Ocasio Capo, 20 years old

Geraldo A. Ortiz Jimenez, 25 years old

Eric Ivan Ortiz-Rivera, 36 years old

Joel Rayon Paniagua, 32 years old

Jean Carlos Mendez Perez, 35 years old

Enrique L. Rios, Jr., 25 years old

Jean Carlos Nieves Rodríguez, 27 years old

Xavier Emmanuel Serrano-Rosado, 35 years old

Christopher Joseph Sanfeliz, 24 years old

Yilmary Rodríguez Solivan, 24 years old

Edward Sotomayor Jr., 34 years old

Shane Evan Tomlinson, 33 years old

Martin Benitez Torres, 33 years old

Jonathan A. Camuy Vega, 24 years old

Juan Pablo Rivera Velázquez, 37 years old

Luis Sergio Vielma, 22 years old

Franky Jimmy DeJesus Velázquez, 50 years old

Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon, 37 years old

Jerald Arthur Wright, 31 years old

May they rest in peace. May their memories fuel us to create a more just world.

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