Hate violence is occurring at schools, workplaces, in our homes and communities.
Latinos/Immigrants/Queers proclaiming pride in who they are, in who God made them to be -- dancing with their hands raised as bullets sprayed, and the pulse faded and was gone. Devastation. Desolation. Grief. At least 50 heartbeats that will never revive. Their beautiful lives now merely ammunition, wood to fuel a destructive fire of recriminations, division and hatred that will consume our nation. We have a love crisis in our country. Our heart isn't beating right. Our arteries are clogged with clots of distrust and hate. The devil smiles as tears scald, burn, and slice. Queer lives are vanquished and points are scored. We have a love crisis in this country. Love is a scarce commodity.
I awoke this morning to news of the shooting in Orlando. The deadliest mass shooting in U.S. history. My brother is not safe. My son is not safe. Even if they find their people. Because monsters can find them there, too.
There have been scores of attacks on LGBT spaces, some of which received more attention than others.
As the International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia approaches on May 17, it has been reported that in the first four months of 2014, 102 acts of violence against transgender people have been logged.