We pass through this world but once. Few tragedies can be more extensive than the stunting of life, few injustices deeper than the denial of an opportunity to strive or even to hope, by a limit imposed from without, but falsely identified as lying within. ~Stephen Jay Gould, The Mismeasure of Man
You won’t find perfection in the United States but you will find the freedoms and tools to work with your government to strive for it.
That’s our history.
People from every nation in the World built the United States.
Her differences with the former Soviet Union are especially interesting
in light of Russia’s recent attack on the U.S. election.
“The Soviet amendment to article 20 is obviously a very restrictive statement of the right to freedom of opinion and expression. It sets up standards which would enable any state practically to deny all freedom of opinion and expression without violating the article. It introduces the terms “democratic view,” “democratic systems,” “democratic state,” and “fascism,” which we know all too well from debates in this Assembly over the past two years on warmongering and related subjects are liable to the most flagrant abuse and diverse interpretations.”
“We in the United States have come to realize it means freedom to choose one’s job, to work or not to work as one desires … people have a right to demand that their government will not allow them to starve because as individuals they cannot find work … and this is a decision … which came as a result of the great depression in which many people were out of work, but we would not consider in the United States that we had gained any freedom if we were compelled to follow a dictatorial assignment to work where and when we were told.”
“The final expression of the opinion of the people with us is through free and honest elections, with valid choices on basic issues and candidates. The secret ballot is essential to free elections … I have heard my husband say many times that a people need never lose their freedom if they kept their right to a secret ballot … Basic decisions of our society are made through the expressed will of the people. That is why when we see these liberties threatened, instead of falling apart, our nation becomes unified and our democracies come together as a unified group in spite of our varied backgrounds and many racial strains.
In a recent speech in Canada, Gladstone Murray said:
The central fact is that man is fundamentally a moral being, that the light we have is imperfect does not matter so long as we are always trying to improve it … we are equal in sharing the moral freedom that distinguishes us as men. Man’s status makes each individual an end in himself. No man is by nature simply the servant of the state or of another man … the ideal and fact of freedom — and not technology — are the true distinguishing marks of our civilization.
This Declaration is based upon the spiritual fact that man must have freedom in which to develop his full stature and through common effort to raise the level of human dignity. We have much to do to fully achieve and to assure the rights set forth in this Declaration. But having them put before us with the moral backing of 58 nations will be a great step forward.”
Excerpts from, Eleanor Roosevelt, The Struggle for Human Rights – Sept. 28, 1948
The ‘Bird of Human Rights’ (c) Rob Goldstein All Rights Reserved
There’s knowing you’re gay and coming out.
I came out before before the L the B the Q and the T.
In April of 1969 anyone who wasn’t straight was a fag.
People who came out risked everything and those who were
‘found out’ often killed themselves.
How does one cope with laws so punitive public sex is safer
than bringing another man home?
Most of the older men I knew hated themselves .
They also hated the movement that came after Stonewall.
They didn’t see how we could win and they didn’t understand
“You’re proud of what?” some asked.
Gay life in 1969 stank of oppression and internalized homophobia, but there was something else going on; there was an emerging awareness that gays could say no to the System.
I came out on April 6th 1969 when my Mother took me to Charleston’s
only gay bar for my 16th birthday.
At The Stardust
There was only one queer bar in Charleston.
It was off on a musty alley behind the Old Slave Market.
You had to kiss the doorman the first time you went in to prove you were queer.
There was this narrow strip of stage of stage above and behind the bar where some of us boys would dance when the drag queens weren’t doing a show.
The first time I went to the Stardust Momma brought me so I didn’t have
to kiss anyone.
Momma lent me some creamy Peach Cover Girl and a hot pink blouse.
I sipped my Pepsi and watched the queers gawk.
Aretha Franklin was on the jukebox wailing Respect and I
said: “Hey Momma. Let’s dance!”
Well she hauled me up on that stage and we did the dirty dawg.
There was this one dyke named Roxie.
She sometimes worked the door.
She was so butch she could give the kiss test.
She sometimes let me in when I came to the bar alone but if the cops stopped in for a ‘bar check’ I’d have to hide in the lady’s room and get “discovered” and throwed out.
Sometimes the cops came and didn’t do a bar check.
Sometimes the cops came and took money and left;
Sometimes the cops came came to watch the ‘dirty little faggots’ play:
Three straight white dudes with mean little smiles on their faces.
One night I was cruising the Battery when this vice cop
stopped me and ordered me into his car.
“Whatcha doin’ out all gussied up?” he asked, “solicitin’?”
“What does that word mean, solicitin’,” I smiled. I had just finished
reading The Little Prince.
“Sellin’ yer ass to the fags!” he replied.
“Oh that ain’t what I’m doin’” I said. “I gotta little Sister at home and Momma
says I gotta set a good example by fucking every girl I see!”
Well, he drove around town, trying to get me to say I was pushin’ drugs. “I bet you’re gonna turn that little Sister of yours into an addict!”
“Oh I wouldn’t do that at all sir! I warn her every day against such wickedness!
God strike me dead if I don’t!”
I guess we wore each other out.
The cop took me home to the projects. “Keep up the good work with yo’ Sistuh!” he sneered.
At the Stardust a boozy ex‑priest named Mother Rachel did the weddings.
One guy dressed like the bride and the other wore a tuxedo.
At the Stardust The Miss Queen of Hearts drag show was the major event.
The drag queens trashed every dress shop on King Street.
On the big night the butch dykes wore three-piece suits and their women wore gowns.
Mother Rachel was the emcee and he’d open every show with a report on how safe the Greyhound bus station was to cruise.
“The place is jus’ hoppin’ with cops! So ya’all be careful–OK?”
There was this one drag queen who called herself Miss Tillie who always lip synced My Life.
At the end of the song where Shirley Bassey screams,‘ This is myyyy liiiiife,’ Miss Tillie ripped off his wig and thew it into the audience.
Then at the close of the show everyone in the Stardust joined hands
and sang There’s a Place for Us.
I first wrote ‘The Stardust’ in 1984.
I’ve posted other edits of it to Art by Rob Goldstein
This is the original edit.
At the Stardust and all other artwork (c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved