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I am somehow less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops.

-Stephen Jay Gould

When I woke up on Saturday morning, I started streaming C-Span and made breakfast.  The Senate was talking about immigrants and gay people at the same time, something so unusual that it struck me as amazing – even if they didn’t exactly realize that sometimes immigrants are gay, that sometimes gay people are immigrants.

As I ate I watched  the Senate effectively repeal Don’t Ask Don’t Tell and kill the DREAM Act; and I was crushed.  I know DREAM wasn’t perfect – I am not a fan of the military, and I know that recruiters must have been salivating at the thought of newly-available low-income people of color to send off to die in our greedy wars.  But the Senate’s vote that we, immigrants, are not worthwhile, not equals…just puts a heavy weight on my chest.  And sure, it’s good that DADT isn’t around anymore, but making a totally fucked up institution slightly less so doesn’t quite feel like that much of a victory for me.  It makes me glad my queer friends who love military folk can rest a bit, but even as an indicator of how the country feels about gay people, the repeal of DADT hardly brings any relief for me because  I know that vote is a reflection of a certain kind of “acceptable” gay – not the immigrant queers, the radical homos of color, the queer weirdos who resist assimilation. Not my people.  My heart is heavy for them – for us – and for the young people who have put themselves at risk by being outspoken about being undocumented.

But they are wrong about us.  They are on the wrong side of history.  And after we cry, we pick up the pieces and keep moving.  Forward.  Always.

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