Tuesday, February 9, 2010

These Colors Don't Run


Considering the events of the past few days, weeks and months - it is quite easy for me to feel negative - but I am not going to.

Nope. Not me, not today.

If you're wondering why, I will tell you. Because there are folks out there who want us to fail, they want our community to be complacent and silent and happy with the way things are. They love our apathy and false sense of security. They love it when we sit quietly by and accept every slap in the face and every kick in the butt they deliver. And because being negative will play into their hands, I am inclined to not play along.

I dance to my own tune, folks, I drum my own beat.

There are folks out there now trying hard to undermine and destroy our rights, make radical changes to our constitution and to continue to enforce social bigotry and revel in institutionalized prejudice, but I'm not going to let that get me down, because their time is coming to an end. They know it too, which is why they are so paranoid and frantic about getting their reactionary movement established and formalized in South Africa.

Bigots ruled the roost in the Old South Africa, that Ancient Regime of the southern tip of this Darkest Africa - they shall not prevail in the New.

There are people in this country who are dedicated to preserving the civil and human rights of all people, whatever the cost. There are folks planning legal protests to demonstrate the outrage of the community on the matter of the appointment of a known hater to the post of Ambassador to Uganda, that reviled homophobe Jon Qwelane, whose anticipated presence as an official representing South Africa in a country such as Uganda, has been likened to pouring gasoline onto an already catastrophic situation. While I sincerely hope they will not be disappointed by the turnout for this protest, I won't let such things bring me down.
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The Time Saving Agency” by Christina Engela
The TSA liked having fresh agents on the job with a clear mind and steady hand.  Time travel wasn’t for the faint of heart.  The pay was good enough, but as Scrooby had decided long ago, that even if he didn’t get paid for it, the thrill alone was payment enough.  Then again, the TSA realized they couldn’t afford to have disgruntled employees with the power of God at their fingertips, so the pay was very, very good.

Things happen at a certain time in a certain way, which in a sense, is what it’s all about.  If it didn’t, then things would be completely different. Johnathan Scrooby was extremely tense. His job at the Time Saving Agency was a tough one.  Billions of lives depended on him not screwing up.  Once, he’d screwed up in only a small way and people wore those little yellow smiley faces on t-shirts for decades afterwards.  And that was just a small screw up.

A week ago, the American War of Independence was fought in Mexico. Yesterday Napoleon managed to dig a tunnel across the English Channel, invaded London and everybody at the Agency ended up speaking French for a while. Sorting that out had been… well, challenging. Mon dieu.

Something smelled funny in the Anals of History.  Things were not as they were supposed to be. Someone somewhere was tinkering with the works. Somehow, he had to go back and fix it or who knows what might happen this time.

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Even if nobody pitches up for that protest, we have the eyes and ears of the world firmly focused on South Africa, they watch, they see, they listen - and they talk as well. This is the 21st century, we have Stonewall 2.0. Somebody burps or farts - or makes a homophobic slur in Cape Town - and people in Serbia can read all about it almost immediately on a blog such as this one, or on Facebook or Twitter. So, if we screw up, it's live and on disk - for all the world to see.

The world is a much smaller place than it was a few years ago. People are closer, and governments are being relegated to the status of annoying little middle-men somewhere in the gray areas between them as they chat, email, sms and tweet about the doings and screwings of their leaders, elected or otherwise. People all over are talking, planning and building bridges.

Freedom is at the heart of it, freedom and liberty, because freedom and liberty and equality are as vital as breath - and we only notice their absence when we are left gasping for breath when the colors of diversity and individual liberty are drained from the world around us.

The rainbow flag is my flag. It has many colors in it, and there are many colors in me. And these colors don't run.

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