Update on Rosemary Williams’ House

Reposted from Kim Defranco via faceBook

http://fightbacknews.org/2009/09/7-people-arrested-trying-to-stop-eviction-rosemary-williams.htm

Tomorrow (Saturday) at 10am @ 7th & Hennepin (Mpls) there will be a major mobilization to give out thousands of leaflets to the crowd outside the Obama rally. Please be there to help us keep the pressure on, and get Rosemary back into her house!

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Seven people arrested trying to stop the eviction of Rosemary Williams Evicted from Minneapolis home.

After a year-long fight against her foreclosure, police came today to evict the Rosemary Williams, her daughter-in-law and two of her grandchildren from the house. Dozens of police cordoned off the street, sidewalks and alley all around the home, two police snipers were at the ready at windows inside the house, as a private security company boarded up windows and doors. More than a hundred supporters gathered to support the Williams family, as they hastily removed their personal belongings from the house. In a last ditch effort to stop the eviction, seven supporters went onto the property and were immediately arrested. They were dragged away by police, who kicked people laying on the ground, and sprayed the crowd with pepper spray.

The arrestees include five members of the MN People’s Bailout Coalition, which along with the Poor People’s Economic Human Rights Campaign, has been fighting this eviction for months, and pressuring the GMAC mortgage company to make a deal that allows Ms. Williams to stay in her home. Instead, GMAC has boarded up the windows making this the eighth vacant house on the block.

Kim Defranco, of the MN People’s Bailout Coalition, was in the home with Ms. Williams when the police arrived, and helped the family collect their things. “The more I carried out of the house, the angrier I got. With all the bailouts that big banks have gotten, there’s no reason that people like Rosemary and her family should have to lose their homes. When we left the house, we were chanting “it’s not over,” because we are going to keep fighting this.”

Asked what is next, Ms. Williams said, “Number one, we’ve got to get our people out of jail. After that I’ve got to get my stuff into storage, but we are not giving up and it is not just about my family. This is happening all over and it’s got to stop. We are mobilizing as many people as we can to come downtown tomorrow, we’re going to have a big action outside the Obama rally. It’s time to get up. Stand up or shut up.”

Ms. Williams is definitely standing up, and she is not alone. Hundreds have rallied around her and pledge to continue this important campaign confronting the foreclosure crisis.

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Let’s Gay Married…

I spent the entirety of last Saturday, at a wedding.
Not a “queer wedding”, not a “feminist wedding”; There was no female clergy person, no exchanging of rainbow encrusted diamond rings; the gifts were more than likely purchased at Target or Macy’s, not Smitten Kitten or True Colors Bookstore…
It was just, a wedding. Heterosexuality and all.
One of my jobs is as an assistant in a photography studio, and when I first got the job, I was well aware of the fact that spending my weekends choking on tool and patriarchy, was a serious possibility. I’ve spent the last 3 months avoiding its devilish clutches, but when it showed up on the calendar, I knew my time had come.
It was pretty, but not too fancy. The bride was through her third Miller Light by the time we got started on family pictures. It was a little crazy, a little white trash, and surprisingly not too terrible to endure.
Minus the fact that it was…ya-know…a wedding.
With issues of social concern taking up my brain 24/7, it was impossible for me to get through the day without viewing it through that lens. I held my tongue as I saw bridesmaids (origin: to confuse men whom would try to capture the bride)and groomsmen (origin: a band of the strongest men to fight off those whom might try to steal the bride) dressed in “appropriately gendered” attire; listened in to talk of their upcoming honeymoon (origin: named for the act of getting the young bride drunk on Honeyed Ale so that she would be so plastered she wouldn’t know what the hell was going on); I hid my drooping mouth when my boss started shooting images of the wedding veil (origin: what if the bride in the arranged marriage just isn’t sexy enough?) and wedding rings (origin: this woman is mine). And through all my critiques, I stood strong; I bottled up my concerns for the sake of my job, and my disdain for those whom so often make a situation about themselves, when it is clearly not.

But it got me thinking: What does my future hold?

In all honesty, getting married has never been a part of “The Plan”. When I was younger I imagined running away, being artificially inseminated, and living the single life on a beach somewhere in Cali. I am the product of a wrecked marriage, and though my relationship is still strong with each of them, Divorce is the kind of thing that ruins a person. But as I have grown older, the desire for a partner in my life has grown stronger. I now imagine my future containing someone else, even if I haven’t met them yet. I think about what it will be like to have someone I can share my life with completely; someone who will be there at the end of the day to hear about how awful my lunch was, or how great the meeting went; I in turn want to be the kind of person whom someone wants to share their ups and downs with. I look forward to growing older with someone.
But does it have to be marriage? And if it isn’t marriage, what do we call it?
I know that language says a lot about a society. The words we use to describe, often hold much deeper meanings then even we ourselves are aware of. My father changed my title for his wedding: I stood on his side, and was called a “Grooms-maid”. It was a play on words, and allowed me to represent the side I held a vested interest in: My Dad’s. But does the wording change anything?
I’m not so sure anymore.
See with marriage, we are at a crossroads. I can call it a partnership. I can abstain from a ceremony. I can refuse to wear a wedding ring. I can share my life with someone exactly like my father is sharing a life with my step mom, and I can do it all without signing a piece of paper. But isn’t it still stemming from a root called marriage?
Radical Queers spend their [our] days questioning heteronormative lifestyles and how we can best avoid them. Queer theory is somewhat dependent on de-valuing the norms of heterosexuality, but does that make heterosexuality wrong? Are Radical Queers so elitist that we can only accept those who abstain from any and all forms of heterosexuality? There is a sincere hatred of marriage in my community. I see it plastered on flyers for events, in the mission statements of groups, and in the language spouted off at coffee with friends. But shouldn’t we be hunting for something else, like marriage reform? I admit, I place about a million things ahead of marriage on my to-do list. But I do still have that dream about growing old with someone.
So, where does the line between a perfect “radical relationship” and “marriage” get drawn?
I think it’s all up to the informed individual. Abstaining from the paperwork and bridesmaids doesn’t make you any more of a feminist. Abstaining from a heterosexual marriage doesn’t make you any more of a queer. And reversing systems of control doesn’t make you any more radical. But finding love? That makes you beautiful.

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Can I Still Be Queer? Part One

Let’s get a little personal for a moment:

Lately I have been thinking a lot about heterosexuality.
I mean…
a lot.
I have had a few meaningful relationships with men, both assigned and identified. Some of my closest friends are male identified. I admire and respect my father at this point in my life. He is remarried and I sincerely love their modernized gender-roles, even if I disagree with the institution their relationship stems from. I find men attractive. I am a sucker for arm definition, facial hair, or that musky smell that is so stereotypically permeating off of the men in my life. I am also a sucker for confidence, and the men I know, assigned or identified, seem to have that down pat.
I should also note that I have had extremely meaningful relationships with female assigned females. I bask in the parallels of my female body with theirs; I relish in the differences. In fact, most of my significant others have, in fact, been female assigned and identifying.
I have spent a fair portion of my dating life identifying as a lesbian. I felt pressure from Day 1 of out-life to conform to a dichotomy of orientation. I was in a relationship with a woman, I was a woman, and was therefore, assumed to be a lesbian. I garnered lesbian privilege, in social settings, if you can believe such a thing exists. I was never jeered for my attractions, and since I spent most of my time socializing in Lesbian or Gay space, I never really gave it a second thought. I watched as friends who identified as Bisexual were taunted, teased, and asked to “pick a side”. I watched as I myself pressured a significant other to do the same. I realize now that most of this need to categorize came from an extreme insecurity in my ability to be “masculine” in a social setting that was filled with Dykes and Butch-identified people.
It was not until a series of failed lesbian relationships that I finally remembered that men were even an option. It would be a lie to say I never identified as Bisexual, but in all honesty, my mind lay strictly gendered for a while.
I finally grasped the identity of queer and it stuck. I have never felt more at home in a word or in a community as I do in holding on to that. Queer defines both my own sense of displacement amongst lgbt-ers, and my own desire to love freely. It puts no label on my own gender or on the gender of the people I find myself attracted to. It is both radical and simple; it is sexy and unique.

End Story.

Right?

It’s not.

See the problem is that in my desire to be queer, I have somehow managed to outlaw the one thing I meant to include in the first place: men. See to be queer, for me, is to feel safe loving/liking/kissing/fucking men, of all varieties; to be queer is to acknowledge that beauty is not genitals-deep.

So, *again*, I’ve been thinking a lot about heterosexuality lately, and what place it has started to take in my life. Because to be honest, I’m a little afraid. I have spent that past five years of my life learning how to cope with the fact that I would never have the chance to have children that were both biologically mine and my significant others; spent countless nights fighting with my parents about why it mattered to be out; spent so much time centering my own world around a community that would support my relationships.

But what about now, queer spirits?

Will you still invite me to your parties? Can we still be friends? What place have you created for straight men that have been assigned, socialized, and identified in the male persuasion? What place have you created for the people who love them?

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RE: ponyprince on “Womanifesto Vol1.1″

You can read the comment this is in reponse to here.

Dearest PonyPrince,

Firstly, I’m sorry to have waited so long to reply to your comment. I have spent the past few weeks gauging others’ opinions on this subject, and trying to really process how I feel about your reaction to my post. I think you made a lot of intriguing points, and I want to give all of them the same written time that my mind has dedicated to thinking about them!

“There is no such thing as a conscious consumer.”
I beg to disagree. I believe we live in a world that has simply stopped caring: about where our food comes from, what chemicals are in our hand soaps, or who was exploited to make our converse hightops. It is almost impossible to live in a world where we do not consume. Everything from the water we drink to the air we breathe has been given a price tag. We are all consumers, incapable of a life with out consumption at this juncture of our political lives. Because everything has a price tag, we are in turn all Capitalist Consumers. To be informed about the consumption you are a part of, is to take one step in the undoing of the oppression of many, and to undo the oppression of many is to make a step in the undoing of the oppression of all. To continue to support capitalist systems that knowingly exploit other countries, or repress other cultures, when you have the privilege to do otherwise, is an elitist ideology. This is, in my eyes, in line with your statement of:

 ”It takes a lot of often unchecked privilege to be capable to “dropping out” in this way.”
I whole-heartily agree with this statement. I apply this thought to those in my life who can “afford” to be “activists” because they do not work two jobs/are not a person of color/are not queer/have a gender identity that matches their assigned/perceived sex/have health care/do not have a criminal record/do not have drug addictions/or any of the other number of privileges often left unchecked at the door in a leftist/radical/conservative/independent/anarchistic conversation. Few people in this world are capable of living a life completely dedicated to ‘the revolution’.
 ”the emphasis should be placed on the deconstruction of these system in comparison to urge folks to consume in certain (and expensive) ways.”

I would like to focus specifically on the “expensive” point for a second. I’m not sure how much time you dedicated to reading the whole zine, or if the whole issue of reading about altmenstrual products was enough for you to say “fuck it”. One of the points we made was, however, the cost saving effects of using reusable menstrual products such as a cup or pads. It is idealist to assume that these options will work for everyone. But for those who are capable of purchasing these [almost] one-time-buys, they are done. Their contribution to the “capitalist system” is less, because they don’t need to re-purchase another cup for 3+ years. The 30$ I dropped on a cup is nothing compared to the $200+ I gave to male-owned-generic brands the 3 years prior to my cup decision.

As for placing emphasis on “deconstruction of these systems”, perhaps we need to focus on a true definition for the word “deconstruct”. In my mind, and my dictionary, to deconstruct is to “break down into components”. To deconstruct the oppressive nature of capitalism, we cannot simply stop consuming, for that takes, as you have remarked, a lot of unchecked privilege. So, we must make the decision to choose the lesser of two evils. Perhaps we are at an impasse on this subject. For you, the “lesser of two evils” choice is to give less money to the system of capitalism. In my eyes, however, I can do more good by choosing to give my money to sectors of a capitalist system that exploit less, hurt the environment less, and hurt my body less. I recognize that I am in possession of privileges that allow me to make those decisions. I am capable of driving a car, to a co-op 20 miles from my home. I am capable of feeling comfortable when I walk in to the store. I am able to push my own cart or hold my own basket. I feel safe putting products deemed for females in my basket. I am able to afford the products I have decided to buy, and maybe even a snack to tide me over for my ride home. I do not do these things out of spite for those who are unable. I do not intend to stick my tongue out at those who do not have my same level of privilege, and mock them for their “misfortune”. But choosing to not do these things because I fear others thinking me a privileged person is no worse than leaving my privilege unchecked. It is elitist to assume that by simply not participating in privileged experiences, I am suddenly “free” of my privilege.

“I am not transphobic or misogynistic because I purchase the cheapest menstrual product that I can find that I can hide easily and use in the men’s room.”
I was first introduced to the idea of menstrual cups by, in fact, a trans-friend. This person preferred to use cups because it requires less trips to change things out, zero risk of something not flushing down the toilet, less possibility of hiding tampons or pads in their pockets, less risk of leaking, and only 1 trip down “females only” aisle. I can imagine that *some* trans-folk might actually even feel more comfortable purchasing products from co-op stores, since the majority of folks who get behind environmental justice, are *usually* pretty “liberal-minded”. A man buying tampons from Target is still frowned upon in our society.
It is true that some vaginas are just incapable of putting up with cups, just as some would rather die than feel the poke of a tampon, or the rub of a pad. Everyone has their preferences. Power to those who embrace the menstrual options that suit them even if they are disposable.

Furthermore, to continue to support companies that knowingly allow chemicals like dioxin (which in the case of female assigned folks, leads directly to ovarian, uterine, and cervical cancer) in tampons, is indeed an act of misogyny. Plenty of folks in this world might have a love hate relationship with their cervix, but I am particularly attached to mine. Robert Eads was a trans man of low socioeconomic status. It’s possible he might have had a strong distaste for his own female anatomy as well, particularly during his losing battle against Ovarian Cancer. I have no proof that his cancer was a direct result of his cheap tampon use. I won’t pretend I do. But what kind of power could this information have provided him with?

 “It’s also a racist assumption to say, hey, live life this way”

It would be racist of me to assume that people of color do not care. It would be racist of me to say that, since only white-eco folks can afford to shop at co-ops, only white-eco folks are deserving of this information. For the most part, only folks who shop at co-ops are given any information like this. Environmental problems affect people of color more so than they affect white people. Look at where the garbage dumps are, look at where incinerators are located, and look at who has the least amount of access to organic produce or locally farmed foods. Compare these neighborhoods to those with the highest risks of cancer. Environmental Problems are directly linked to issues of social justice.
It would also be racist of me to demand these things from people of color. It would be elitist to demand these things from everyone. If we wanted to push this we could even go so far as to talk about how elitist it is for us to blog about any of this, seeing as who has more access to computers?  Who feels safest Google-ing “Queer”?
The post, and the zine, were about putting out information. My head is filled everyday by a media that projects ideas of using “lavender fresh” tampons and “fresh scent” pads. I have been given the idea that my body is a dirty place to be around. Creating a zine about bleeding on frog patterns and heart shapes? That makes me feel empowered. That is giving power to womyn, of color or not. It is saying “fuck you, I don’t want to buy your products that tell me I’m dirty” or that I should have a desire to “play as hard the boys”.
Is it feasible for all women of color to make that decision? No. Is it feasible for all college students to make this decision? No. Is it feasible for all transfolk to make this decision? Certainly not. But does an inability to afford these products, or lack of access to them mean that those without my privilege are suddenly not worthy of the information?

Liberation! Not assimilation!”
No matter the social privilege we may have or may not have, no matter your access or lack thereof, there will come a point when none of it matters. We live in a world of finite resources. At some point, the water will dry up, the air will become to toxic to breathe, or the landfills will become so filled with junk that we no longer have a place to live. You can deny assimilation; you can fight against being like “everybody else”. But when we have finally deconstructed every social caste system, there won’t be a world for us to be a part of.

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LBGT/Queers: “Your Experiences Matter”

A pal of mine at the Rainbow Health Initiative is doing a study with some tiny grant moneies to get some hard facts on occuring rates and reasons behind pregnancy in LGBT/Queer people. If you feel comfortable talking about your experience, or know someone who might benefit from sharing their story, please contact:

Ani Koch
877-499-7744
or e-mail her at
ani.koch@rainbowhealth.org

You must be between the ages of 18-24, have been pregnant or are pregnant between the ages of 15-23.
You will be “compensated” for your time, and get some yummy dinner at the focus groups.
Contact Ani for more info!

Mandee

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Womanifesto Volume 1: Issue 1

Here is the best way I know how to provide you with a copy of a zine my best friend Leah and I made. We’re both white-middle-class-queer-”female”-bodied-folks, who come to the menstration table with totally different experiences. We stayed up till 5 in the morning chain smoking Clove cigarettes and trying not to fall asleep. We did our best to awknowlege that not all female identified folks bleed and not all female bodied folks bleed, and that not all folks who bleed are female identified. Our hope was to create a zine that informed folks who did bleed, or knew someone who bleeds, what the alternatives were to tamp*x and kot*x and alw*ys and blah blah blah blah blah.

I wanted to share this particularly because of a post made by Felix @disruptedspace.wordpress.com. He shared some info with us about Tamp*x’s current scheme to advertise their product: by using a 16 year old boy who suddenly “wakes up with a vagina”. The whole thing is really offensive and disgusting and I don’t think any queer or feminist really has enough time in their life to critique as much as it should be. Never the less you can do your own personal rant by checking it out here.

Personally, I am a firm believer in your dollar being your vote. If you choose to purchase mainstream menstruation products, you are telling those companies that you do not mind being part of a disposable lifestyle, and you certainly don’t mind the anti-feminist and cissexualist ways inwhich they convince the rest of the world to buy these products.

Nevertheless here is “Womanifesto Volume 1: Issue 1″

* Please note that this was a collabrative effort between both of us. Unless otherwise noted, both Leah and Myself wrote what you are reading. Leah, however, has better handwriting, and I,however, really wanted to draw a menstrual cup.

If you wish to have a for-real copy, please e-mail me at mandeedriggz@gmail.com, and we will make it happen.

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Thanks Radical Queer News!

I’m dissapointed on myself for not having posted more recently! I am, however, working on a critique of a film I recently saw called Southern Comfort, which is about the lives of a few transfolks living in “back woods” Georgia. I have finally finished up with Summer Session so I plan polishing that and getting it up here soon.

In other news, I have been blog rolled by Radical Queer News! Very exciting since they’re pretty sweet and amazing and neccesary. I hope all 3 people who read my blog will check them out if you have not already!

Thnx

Mandee

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to the gay bars: i rant.

i will be the first to admit i’m not a morning person. i can hardly function without a cup of coffee, i don’t like to get out of bed early, and rarely will you find me jumping for joy at the prospect of ass-crack-of-dawn-exercise. nevertheless, i peel myself from my bed in the mornings, head on to campus, and do what’s gotta be done. all of this is relatively easy to accomplish, baring in mind my disdain for encounters with those who don’t feel the need for a few extra Zs in the morning. it’s not hard to irritate me on a day to day basis, and this process becomes increasingly easy the less sleep i’ve had.

so imagine my luck this morning, when i happened to pass by the location for what is soon to be *another* gay bar downtown. i stopped and read the sign twice, as if the alcohol labels surrounded by the LGBT pastel rainbows were not enough to give it away. i found my self questioning if i was hallucinating or if i was staring at left over BudLight vomit from this past pride. but sure enough, we lucky minnesotans are fortunate enough to have yet another gay bar down town. one so *fantastic*, it’s creators couldn’t help but describe as “Upscale”.

don’t get me wrong, i’m all about queer spaces. i think it it’s essential and fun to have places to go where you can feel safe and secure in your sex/gender/orientation/identity/affectional preference/whatever. and i’m all about supporting local business, over supporting larger corporations. but is another trendy gay bar the place for revolution?

i find the prospect of this not only irritating, but so confusing. why is it in a time where close to 6,000 people are dying every day from lack of access to clean water, when our trans siblings are not kept safe, when our own environment is the cause of our own cancers, when every 6 minutes a rape is reported, let alone occurring, why is that we find a fucking gay bar to be such a necessity??? why do those (i can only assume) gay-white-cissexual-male-privileged men decide that with their excess of money, or time, or desire, they must create, instead, a service that is so abundant in this part of town. so typical in it’s manner, and so selfish in it’s characteristic.

so to the owners of Gladious, i rant.

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for my birthday…

I would like this fantastic person to serenade me with guitar. That is all.

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Tolerance of Sexism? Please.

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