Bullied to death and murdered for being gay; did the topic of today entertained you? Did it made you laughed with joy until your stomach ached with pain? Did it inspired you to continue this behavior as a career choice? Or, did it made you want to run to due to shame, embarrassment and ache with regret? My friends were murdered, and brother committed suicide for being gay, are you thrilled that it happened?
As for me; I’m overwhelmed with grief and sadness. Words cannot describe the pain I feel due to my abandonment of responsibility to say things, I will never get the chance to say. Things I should have done with family members, I will never get to do. Hugs I should have given, or love I could have expressed, unfortunately, I will never get the chance to express. And words I could have said, to speak out against those that victimized and abused; I will never get the chance to do.
Bigotry and intolerance kills, and today my heart aches with emotional pain. Why? Because someone decided to use my brother, his feelings, his desperate want to be in love and free from the burdens he bore, for a tool to laugh at him, tell nasty jokes about him, throw items at him, called him curses out of his name, and attack him repeatedly at school, work, and on the streets he traveled. Eventually, they murdered two of my gay friends and drove my brother to take his own life.
I loved my brother, I appreciated my brother, and my brother deserved to live a beautiful long life happy here on earth. But you, yes you; I’m talking to you bigots, you fun makers, you bullies, you false prophets, you robbers of happiness, you people who indulges yourself bringing pain to others, and you soul seekers.
Day by day, you laughed at his tendencies, while he cried out his soul. You beat down his spirit, while he let go of his courage. You cursed his body, while he condemned his self esteem. You attacked his body, while he fought his feelings. You tongue-lashed him with religious speeches, and forced him to let go of God’s hand. You murdered his will to live, and because of it, he killed his body, as something had to give.
Love is a beautiful thing and though you may not like the way I live, respect me for being different, wonderfully made, and for being complete true to who I am, as I continue to live.
No matter who we are; gay, straight, bisexual or transgender beings, we all deserve respect, and indeed, we should all respect each other’s differences.
This is the cry of many Gay Lesbian Transgender persons throughout the world. Unfortunately, I cannot bring my brother whom just happened to be gay back to life, I can only keep his memory alive, love and respect him for being the honest person that he was, and appreciate the way in which he lived his life.
RIP to Elmo, Chad Conrad Clarke and all those we lost from our LGBT family. We love you.