Questioning Transphobia

Edit to add little light’s clarification and apology to the Portland Organizers:

EDITED TO ADD–IMPORTANT: It has come further to my attention that HRC is not in fact doing any of the planning for Portland’s Trans Day of Remembrance, which is, of course, a glaring error. I am retaining the current text to preserve my inaccuracy rather than pretend it never happened.
Having checked with one of this year’s organizers–someone who did work I admired a great deal for last year’s event–I had it confirmed to me that while HRC lobbied hard to have involvement and control over Portland’s Trans Day of Remembrance and in fact announced to their listserv and on their website that they were so involved, the organizers from Portland State University took a stand and chose to limit HRC’s involvement to a display table.
I find this news both heartening and reassuring. At the same time, I also think it remains important and disturbing that HRC tried to run the Day of Remembrance, and is doing so in many other cities and towns across the country. Additionally, I think it remains important that HRC continues to claim their heavy involvement in Portland’s commemoration even though they were not invited to do so–they are supposedly presenting the commemoration “in conjunction” with the people who have actually put it together.
This information indicates that while my point regarding Portland specifically can be set in part aside, to my great comfort, it still stands in all the places where organizers were not able to stand up to HRC as Portland’s did. I commend PSU’s organizers and chosen speakers, and again apologize for repeating HRC’s inaccurate publicity in this piece.

Little light has written about the Human Rights Campaign appropriating the Transgender Day of Remembrance today. I’m quoting part, but you should head over to Taking Steps and read the whole thing.

It has come to my attention that the Human Rights Campaign has got its hands on Portland’s Trans Day of Remembrance.
Yes, that Human Rights Campaign.

It’s being touted, along with many events across the U.S. this year, as a change of emphasis from “Trans Day of Remembrance” to “Trans Awareness Day,” something much more upbeat, much more focused on feel-good celebration of the community, something much more acceptable to upper-class, culturally-normative assimilationists you can put in the newspaper without making anyone feel threatened.

Last year’s Day of Remembrance in Portland featured a young, poor, politically-radical trans woman of color (hi!) as an invited speaker and was organized, grassroots, by a multiracial, cross-class, cross-generational group of locals, largely students. This year it’s HRC, a Democratic Party flack, a local therapist, and the executive director of an advocacy organization, two of the three white, all binary-identified, middle-class, and middle-aged–all acceptably-photogenic Spokespeople For The Community. This is not to disparage those speakers, some of whom I’ve worked alongside personally–I just find the choices telling. They may all be good people who do good work, but the diversity seems to have gone away in who we’re presenting as our community’s face, at the same time that we’re supposed to be de-emphasizing commemoration of the dead and trying to re-focus on the sunshiny bits. I cannot imagine that has nothing to do with our inviting a national GLb organization in, one whose goals have largely been assimilationist, white, middle-class, and yes, anti-trans–to “present” us.

The Day of Remembrance is not about being photogenic. It is not about fundraising or lobbying or recruitment. It does not need the HRC.

The Day of Remembrance is ours, and it is sacred. It is the one day we set aside to honor those in our community, overwhelmingly poor trans women of color, who were killed due to bigotry and hatred. It is a single day in the year where we make certain that the names of the murdered are heard and held up, so we can all remember that these people mattered, were real, were loved, and are missed. It’s a day to gather the community together and call attention to the violence directed against us and the caring we have for each other. It came from us. It was built by us. It was never supposed to be flashy or glitzy. It is a solemn mourning for the dead, a place to hold hands, and a promise to those who violence took away from us that we who are still living will hold together, take care of each other, and push forward together into a world where that violence is only a painful memory.

We can do better than this, for our sacred dead. We can do better for ourselves.
We need better than this.