A little homage to Tina, a loved one who killed herself some weeks back. In her funeral, a childhood “friend” of hers said that the responsibility for her death came down to her, and her alone. As he said this, he was using her pre-transition name and calling her “he”, the very sort of casual, everyday discrimination which contributed to the conditions that brought about her death.
When a trans person dies, the whole of our society is implicated, and everyone who forms a part of that society has a responsibility to help make things better.
[Image text: Goodbye Tina, / Another soldier lost in the war that is being trans in the twenty first century. / It is not just hate that kills, but indifference, apathy, silence, stubbornness and status quo. / You were shot on the battlefield, and our enemies said, “What is this bullet doing here? She must have shot herself.” But they are holding the guns, all the guns, all the guns that were ever held in this deadly war. / The battle is lost, but the war rages on. Your comrades will carry the flame you have passed on. We will remember you, and thinking of you we will fight all the harder.]
Calling it a “war” is a metaphor, but only just. Another funeral-goer offhandedly asked me, “So, is this your first trans funeral?”.
It was. And I’ve been a member of the trans community for all of three years.