Austin Texas Vigil for Lawrence King/Hear our voices

The sweet breeze brought the normal sounds of a warm Texas evening. The snow birds were singing and children playing. Above this, voices were heard. Our voices. A community brought together because of the murder of a gender variant child, by another child.

Among the people there were representatives of most state LBGT groups and even one from our congress. All had a opportunity to speak and many did. We were reminded that we have much to do to be protected under the law. We also realized how important  home life is to a maturing, impressionable young adult. If love and understanding is a way of life at home, life blossoms. If hate and bigotry is taught, a young person may live their life regretting a single mistake. And as in this case, one child will not have a chance to live life.                                                                                                                   We talked about the need for our educators to be observant of our young people, and to bring to others attention warning signs when seen. We talked of the positive results witnessed with the inclusion of gender education.

Young people testified about the good that our efforts yield by standing in front of us as adult advocates. Caring wonderful adults.

We also heard about the need to involve youth in synagogues, churches and other places of worship. It was applauded when it was said that the need for LGBT people to be included and accepted is critical now.

Now it was agreed is the time for politicians to stop trying to segregate our community. Our grass roots voice is loud and clear. Allow us to live free.

One person helped lighten the load by reminding us that darkness and despair must be left behind. We have grieved for our lost. Now is the time for joy and action. We are the voices being heard.


Lawrence King A Death In The Family

In Our busy days we rush to get to our jobs, then to get home to accomplish some tasks, then maybe to a meeting, then a quick glimpse of the evening news before sleep. All of that changed with the sound of a single gun shot. It is the shot heard around the world.


This young person was shot dead by a fellow middle school student. The Din suddenly quits. All is silent. Tears started to fall. Grief and sorrow overwhelm me. How could this be I ask god. Why our brightest star? I grieve with my fellow humans as we search for answers. Nothing but faith will save my hope. I will pray for you Lawrence. God rest your soul. You are not alone. I will pray for the boy who murdered you. He is the lost soul.


Austin Educational Success And The Phoenix Opportunity

Sunday, February 3,2008

By Kelli Busey

I was a driving force behind initiating and orchestrating the Austin Educational Initiative success.   HRC in turn proved to be the indispensable host of good will, allowing it’s members the chance to learn and in turn shine TACT members with charm and hospitality.

A truer expression of good will could not be found.

But I have been made aware that the success achieved by the  cooperative effort  enjoyed by HRC and the transgender community found at the  Austin HRC GALA 2008 may not be found in other cities.  It is appreciated that our welcome in Austin was heart felt we hope the same reception may be found in other cities.                                                                                                                                                  Some local steering committees have taken it upon themselves to determine what information  and who will represent the transgender  community.

According to Donna Rose’s Blog she has encountered a local steering committee unwilling to allow a educational initiative to take place;

That there have been rough spots in the road could not be avoided, but we feel we can raise above this.

The failure to allow educational initiatives would be a incredible loss to HRC members.  The potential of the Educational Initiative is contained in the momentum  that we are generating among  the transgender community and HRC members, to be involved in our enlightened future is priceless.

I am asking that Joe Solomonese and the national steering committee intervene and show the gender diverse people your good will by allowing other cities to enjoy and profit from the experience as we did in Austin.

Kelli Busey

February 3,2008

Smoke N Mirrors or Open Doors ?

                                                                                                                                                        transgenderprideflag.jpg                                                                                                                      On my return from Austin at 70 mph the swaying of a car door is a cause for immediate concern. But as I looked closer I noticed that perhaps my 99 cent spot mirror may have worked loose and made things appear askew.

It had been a almost overwhelming day. First Coffee with Joe Solomones.  I could never have imagined myself sitting down with Joe Solomese.  My friend and TACT Board Member Lisa Scheps asked for someone to accompany her  and I volunteered. She so eloquently put “There can be no peace without discourse.”

This is  what happened. Mainly Joe and I agreed we have the right to disagree. But in doing so we exchanged views and ideas.

What TACT did at the HRC GALA was to open the door. We raised our level of political and civic awareness above the pedestrian and operated in the space of those who directly effect the direction of HRC. And we did so at the invitation and welcome of HRC. 

This action in it’s self is only a small component to the overall machine we must set in motion. We must become visiable and active.  If we place Educational Initiatives at all HRC GALA’s our presense will be felt.  A General out line on how to put on a Educational Initiative was written by Anglea Brightfeather.  Hospitality suites are expensive and if you approach your local HRC hosts correctly, unnecessary.

But lets not stop with HRC.  HRC is only the beginning. We deserve to live our lives free of tyranny and oppression. 

I could’nt take it any more so I pulled off and found my my door to be firmly closed. That door, for now.