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Today is the International Transgender Day of Remembrance, where we remember and honour people we’ve lost, and it’s a very important cause to keep in your heart year round. Educate yourself, keep an open mind, and be sensitive and show empathy to the people in your life that this sort of discrimination affects. You can find information on events and vigils throughout the week here. If you live in the Greater Toronto Area, there are several including vigils tonight and tomorrow in Toronto.
It’s also important to remember that this issue is not as simple as we think - to say that these people were killed for being trans doesn’t address the fact that this is in actuality the indication of a much larger problem - it needs to be considered that very few of the people on the list are white, and only slightly more than that actually lived in North America. The rest occurred within countries and cultures with different schools of thought regarding gender and the fluidity between those constructs, and so we have to understand that at the root of these tragedies is xenophobia in its purest form. To ignore the importance of intersectionality in the struggle we face is to risk never actually moving forward.
Also, the list of the dead does not include unreported cases, whether they were unknown or police did not feel it necessary to investigate, nor does it include suicides or individuals who could not afford or were afraid to seek medical attention due to their identity. It also does not include survivors of this particular brand of hate.
But you should keep those people in your thoughts as well.
You’re a lovely person, even if you make mistakes sometimes.
I hope you remember that and don’t go too hard on yourself. Take what lesson you learned, and move on, no point in torturing yourself. Really.
I fail to remember the way he smiled, laughing, showing off his kinder side.
I fail to remember the way she taunted, teasing, smirking at my frustration.
I fail to remember the way we soared, leaping, forgetting that the day would end.
I fail to remember the way they struck, hitting, turning me into someone else.