thoughtful, compelling read from my dear friend
Orlando. Pulse. 50 dead, 53 wounded.
This occurred at a gay club, on Latinx night. Let’s be clear about that. The media, your social circles, your pastors, have probably glossed over this detail. The victims were queer and trans people of color, many of them Puerto Rican like myself. Innocent lives, gunned down in senseless brutality.
Bodies that were queer and brown, just like me.
There is a profound horror in that.
It arrests me at every moment, washing over me in waves.
It could have been me, I tell myself, over and over.
It could have been me.
Fifty people, out to celebrate, out to have fun, out to escape a world that continues to treat them with contempt and malice, out to seek refuge on a dance floor, will never come home again. I read their names. I read their stories. I see their faces. I read…
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