This is just one of the things that makes me feel like I can’t be on my own neighborhood after dark. I’m disabled and trans, and have been told to “move along” by cops before when hanging out at night on Pike/Pine. Part of me thinks it’s because more wealthy white straight people are moving into the neighborhood.
But it really sucks feeling like I have to “get out” of my own neighborhood by a certain time each night. And I’m getting tired of feeling like I should just accept it and move on. This idea that if you aren’t doing anything wrong, then you shouldn’t have to fear the cops is another way of keeping people from speaking up when they know something isn’t right. The thing is, people want to believe that the police would never treat them like that. But they will if they can figure out how to.
Police don’t need an excuse, and as things get worse out here, they need less and less of one every day.
Originally posted on Black Orchid Collective:
One of the six people bashed and arrested last Saturday night at Pride during the Queers Fucking Queers street dance party has written about her experiences that night. For updates on the arrestees, please follow the Grand Legion of Incendiary and Tenacious Unicorn Revolutionaries (GLTUR) on the web, Facebook, and twitter. For more background, please read jomo206′s post “It doesn’t get better, we rebel to make it better!“
Last Saturday night, I went to meet some friends on Capitol Hill to go to a queer dance party in the street. I was excited to celebrate, dance and attempt to push the idea of pride weekend a little further away from its current state of corporate sponsored, assimilationist dismissal of all that is joyful, free and queer. I brought my bunny mask as it seemed like just the sort of occasion to wear it.
There was supposed to be a sound system, to dance to. However the people who brought it decided to take off at the last minute, because there were cops on every corner, in every alley, on every street. They were afraid their equipment would be confiscated, which is understandable. A few of us discussed going home, sad to not be able to celebrate in the way we felt was best. An anti-corporate, free, all ages, semi-spontaneous dance party in the street seemed like the perfect thing to do on Capitol Hill that night.