I had watched, on television, as a child, the marches in Selma Alabama under the leadership of a sincere man named Martin Luther King Jr. I saw on TV the police brutalize African-Americans because they were involved in a peaceful march to get the right to vote (something already given by law but not supported by any penalty like the recent transgender rights “given” to us by NV legislature) I watched as newscasters spoke nervously of a radical, Malcolm X, who promoted the hatred and violence (bullshit but you get the idea) of decent white folk through a thinly veiled practice of Islam. I lived 16 miles from the HQ of the Black Panthers in Oakland CA as the party grew from the remains of RAM, I remember Huey P Lewis and Bobby Seale. I remember the Panthers carrying loaded shotguns and rifles in their neighborhoods (almost exclusively poor black people) and the Panther mission as the defense of community. The Panthers’ famous “policing the police” drew attention to the spatial remove that White Americans enjoyed from the state violence that had come to characterize life in black urban communities.

I remember when Black men and women stopped nodding and smiling when someone called them “Nigger” and the people of color started saying “I don’t dig that word, Honkey” then someone would say it a while later and they would get an angry black fist or more in their mouth. Even though my skin was pale white, I grew up with these wonderful emotional people, living in the bay area I rejoiced when I saw them say “I’m not your nigger” and back it up. I remember the fear black skin could incite in a large group of white people. I remember thinking “Something is happening, I was 8, but I was inspired. Even to this day, I see people not of color look around nervously before saying that hated word. Fear prevents them from being too stupid. Fear born of many angry black fists raised in the air and raised in violence against injustice and ignorance.

Today I am still white, and red. That means little to me, because now that three years ago I have transitioned, I am in the same place as my cousins in Oakland in the mid 60′s. I am called “Tranny” and “She-male” and “Lady Boy” and a myriad of other things that hurt and marginalize and destroy my humanity. Things that make me inhuman so it is easier to beat me, rape me, rob from me, discriminate against me and deny me the right to be a living human being. When Gay men smugly tell me “Its all right, I know a lot of trannys and they don’t mind me calling them Tranny at all” I have stopped saying “Well, please don’t use the word with me, it is offensive” then I moved on to “Knock it off faggot – how do YOU like it” To finally grabbing someone by whatever article of clothing or available handhold I can get and threatening (promising) to beat the shit out of them if they say it again or even try to justify it to me.

I am called crazy, I am called a bitch. I am called a cunt. Never to my face after I decide to promise someone the ass beating of their life. But I am still called that. I get people telling me “Get over it” “Lighten up” and the inane “Try smiling a little more” as if it’s all okay cause we have trite little phrases we like to throw up rather than ugly truth. Instead of saying “I understand that as a Trans person you are routinely denied even basic human rights and are understandably upset” my frustration and anger with being dismissed is compounded by some Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual or Straight asshole telling me “It gets better”.

Listen up, Mr. and Ms. “Not me”, IT DOESN’T GET BETTER TILL A FEW MORE HEADS ARE BROKEN AND YOUR FEAR OF PHYSICAL REPRISAL OVERRIDES YOUR CISGENDER PRIVILEGED ATTITUDE ! Do you understand what I am saying? I am a radical trans person, I will hit you, I will knock you down and stomp you, I will slap your mouth, after enough abuse I may be willing to set your car on fire, I may even be willing to start my own form of harassment against you, to see how YOU like it. Will your gender privileged friends tell you “Get over it” or will they worry that they may be next? Will it take a lot of us rioting? Burning down YOUR homes and shops? Beating random cis gender privileged people beyond a simple street fight? Maybe to death? Before you see enough is enough and your privilege does not mean SHIT to the oppressed?

Am I advocating lawlessness? Yes, I am. I have had enough of people asking me about how I have sex, what my genitalia looks like, what I prefer men or women or do I like under age persons. I have had enough of YOU. Judging me, making up stereotypes of me based on bad porn movies (WTF are you watching that shit for anyway if you hate me so much?). And Gay males, you are NOT me so shut your fucking mouths and stop speaking for me. I am NOT a gay male, what I am has NOTHING to do with my sexual behavior; it is all of me, 24/7. Quite like black or brown or yellow skin, I cannot hide this, I cannot safely retreat to a closet and pretend I am cis gendered like all the normal people when it means possibly losing a job for being who and what I am. My image does not stop at the bedroom door like you can get away with SO DON’T SPEAK FOR ME EVER AGAIN! Speak of your Gay sex and your Gay causes and how it is so wrong to say “Gay” when you mean lame or weak. Speak of your own shit and stay the fuck out of my neighborhood.

Advocates, stopping high fiving when you get legislation passed that says it is illegal to discriminate against us. When I specifically ask a BUNCH of you where is the enforcement and NOT ONE of you have ever been able to tell me. ACLU, fuck you too. Trans cases are hard to win when we aren’t physically abused on camera and your case is made easy for you. When the case gets a little tougher, like the clear violation of the brand new wonderful trans equality legislation and you haven’t any photo proof you back away from it so fast you leave skid marks GO THE FUCK AWAY. I will just beat the shit out of the next medical professional that calls me by the wrong pronoun after a warning.

Do I sound ungrateful? Do I sound unappreciative? Do I sound dangerous? Do I sound radical? Do I sound violent? Do I sound militant?

Good, your beginning to get the fucking idea. Live in fear, your days of privilege are numbered, the sooner you learn, the safer you will remain. War has been declared, and the battle has already begun.