This post is not the most pleasurable one to make. It took some days to consider the idea of writing it or not. But I decided to make an article related to the tragedy at Newtown, Connecticut. And I do so not only because I feel this anger inside myself, but also in memory of those people, specially the children.
It was the day after all the happening that I found courage to read, listen and talk about the killing of the 27 people in Newtown last week. For me it was, and still is, so outrageous, disgusting and undeniably unforgivable that it was too hard to know more about it. At that time I didn’t want to know more, because for me it wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t get back the lives of the 20 children. Unfortunately.
But I’m not going to write about everything that happened. No. All of us is tired and sick of it. We already know the necessary. I want here to discuss as an outsider, what is going on with the American Society?
I live in a place where I found myself so comfortable and welcomed, that is difficult to discuss about the bad side. But let’s be honest here: no country is perfect. No society is all correct. And just because of that we need to learn our mistakes as human-beings and as a group of people. That’s what I want to take from this sad moment in America.
Advises are not my intent. Instead, discuss the problem is. Back in Brazil I like to put our problems into discussion because it makes us think about them and reflect on our role in the World. There I like to take our weaknesses and work on how to make them become strengths. And right now we fight against violence too, but there is something that is different in our perspective: we know that those people are the Bad Guys, the Criminals, the Wrong Ones. Here in the US the feeling I have is that the normal people is turning against each other and doing those horrible things. Not only in this episode, but in many others, like the one during the ‘The Dark Knight Rises’ movie session.
I’m not saying that people in America is bad. What I’m saying is that the power to kill is in anyone’s hand. It may be someone sitting next to you in the bus. It may be your college classmate. Anyone has the right to have a gun. Anyone has the right to protect themselves and in some circumstances kill their relatives, friends, and uncountable innocent unknown people.
And thinking about that I remember how odd was for me to make American friends in my college here. How closed they were to let me be part of their routine and maybe understand more about me, my culture and my life as someone worthy of their respect. I still have only a few american friends, but they are amazing people who are up to know more about the World they live and not only their private life. This makes me happy, but it doesn’t blow away the fact that next semester it won’t be the same thing: I’ll be worried with everyone surround me. Anyone that pretend I’m not there and can have a mental issue and possibly do something harmful to me. Now, I’m afraid of their right to have a gun, in benefit of my right to live.
This all is only my testimonial of how this Sadness in America is affecting me, and how desperate I am to tell the Americans who still think they are alone in the World that they are not, and something have to be done in the values of their society in order to avoid those happenings. This is up to them. All of them. And I hope all citizens in the United States of America get through the next years without such scars in their history. I’ll be praying for all of us.
I can’t describe my feeling in writing this. But is clear to me that I did a good job in telling you, readers, how I really feel. I don’t want to offend anyone and this is not criticism by criticism. I’m truly believe the American Society need some changes, but only because I care about them.
Hey, it’s Thanksgiving time in the US and at the same Black Conscious in Brazil. Both have different meanings, but the two can be used to develop some ideas and make creativity unleash more. And in this post I’ll talk a little bit about those ideas, and some others.
Drama. Pity. Mercy. And some other characteristics that drive us to feel sorry for the homosexual characters in current literature is the most common kind of mention related to gay issues. With Half of Me (not True Colors anymore) I’m offering a different point of view.
To begin with, the main character is not gay. But he sees himself related to an environment where the freedom of thinking and behaving is encouraged. Not coincidentally he faces himself everyday in challenging situations to the way he views life. This will be developed in a way that I can show how normal it is to have a different sexuality; that it shouldn’t be something abnormal, and in fact it is not.
I decided to put this into focus, because in Brazil the Black Conscious Day (and Week events) are related to the awareness of the influence and culture of black people in Brazil social development. It is a time to praise a fundamental piece in the mixed Brazilian people showing how normal it is to be black, and that racism is irrational. There is no difference between any other ‘race’ and black people, just the characteristics that builds our actions. In other words, what I call Diversity of Influence.
With Half of Me I want to show the Diversity of Influence of ‘gay’ lifestyle in the current way of living. It doesn’t mean that I’ll accentuate the difference. It is the complete opposite. I’ll show that what we don’t consider normal is completely common for other people and we can enrich ourselves living with that and mixing this influence with our past experience and life.
Prejudice is something we are tired to aim as enemy of any developed society. Now it is time to show how to overcome that, and maybe analyse why we think that way. And what makes me think about that is the Feeling of Union that Thanksgiving is all about. Not just be thankful for everything we have, but also be together with people. Be in piece with everyone, no matter what.
Each day my experience in the US turns out as a surprise. I get to know more about me, the others and the World. I stop to think before acting and saying. I understand that life is just one to waste with hate, instead we have to make meaning of our actions. It must worth living. It must be good to live. All of that I’ll work in Half of Me.