I am proud to serve as a member of the board of directors of the Audre Lorde Project. I received this email today from Cara Page, Executive Director, which is full of resources and tips for queer and trans folks of color impacted by Hurricane Sandy. ALP's Brooklyn Office is open with extended hours to serve our communities.
Greetings ALPers, Friends & Family,
Times like these remind us of how important it is to build collective
power and safety no matter the conditions we are facing. Now is the
time to come together and support each other even more. We know we are
resilient! As New York rebuilds from the storm our communities are
experiencing even more of the heightened policing and surveillance we
have already been fighting against.
We want to open our doors for a place to chill and gather. We are fully
operational at Brooklyn ALP Office (85 South Oxford St.) until our
Manhattan offices are back up and accessible. At the Brooklyn office we
will be providing extended hours for community to come on through for a
little comfort and warmth. We have drinking water to fill up your
water bottles, and power to reboot phones and computers. We have phone
and internet to keep connected! Even if you have power but might not be
able to reach family or community and you just want to come by for
company by all means come on through! If you have cabin fever and want
to come out and volunteer we also have some small projects. We will
let you
know when you get here. (SEE OFFICE HOURS BELOW)
We want to recognize the ways we have been building safety within our
communities and the many grassroots efforts we are building. We have
been in touch with our partnering organizations like FIERCE, QEJ, Sylvia
Rivera Law Project and Streetwise & Safe and know they are doing
alright and supporting their base. We know that CAAAV has been
organizing for the safety and well being of Chinatown residents in lower
Manhattan. They have put out a call for donations of flashlights,
batteries, food (perishable and non-perishable), and bottled water. ALP
has offered to be a drop off location for people to coordinate getting
these things to CAAAV. If you have a vehicle and the time please let us
know!
Also Red Hook Initiative; a supportive space for LGBTQGNC located in
the Red Hook Community is open and providing water, food, and
electricity & clothing. They are located at 767 Hicks St., Brooklyn
NY 11231. And Third Root Community Health Center in Brooklyn (380
Marlborough Road) will be holding a storm support event on Saturday,
November 3rd, from 1-6 PM.
During this difficult time we want to also offer safety tips to our
LGBTQTSGNC of Color communities on how to navigate trauma and negotiate
safe spaces in the aftermath of the storm:
Shelters: If you or someone you know is experiencing violence or
harassment in a shelter. See National Center for Transgender Equality
attachment for strategies on how to ask for support specific to navigate
shelter safety for Trans and Gender Non-Conforming folks or go to: http://www.gdnonline.org/resources/NCTE%20Trans%20Hurricane%20Preparedness.pdf.
Police: There is increased police presence in many neighborhoods, avoid
traveling alone at night see know your rights information at the
following link- http://changethenypd.org/content/know-your-rights-help-end-discriminatory-abusive-illegal-policing
Travel: With increased travel time and limited public transportation
avoid traveling alone and always let at least one person know where
you're going. Ask for a quote before taking a cab [Gas scarcity means
many cabs are charging more than usual] Make an alternate plan for your
route in case there are unexpected transportation changes.
Resources: Anti-Violence Project (AVP) 24 Hour Bilingual Hotline is up
and running and can offer safety tips to intervene on interpersonal
violence! 212-741-1141
Community: Please depend on each other and don't be afraid to ask and
give help to each other. If you are throwing an event or gathering,
consider collecting donations.
Please remember to take care of yourselves! Do not
underestimate the impact this can have on our emotional & physical
well being. Oftentimes our individual and collective bodies respond to
incidences of trauma in many ways without even knowing it. You could be
more tired, more restless, etc. Be mindful of your body and feelings
and pace yourselves!
In Solidarity, ALP Staff
Please see our Brooklyn office hours below:
Friday, November 2nd (1- 7 PM)
Saturday, November 3rd (1- 7 PM)
Monday, November 5th (1- 7PM)
Tuesday, November 6th (1- 7 PM)
Wednesday, November 7th (1- 7 PM)
Thursday, November 8th (1-7 PM)
CITY WIDE FOOD & WATER DISTRIBUTION SITES:
There will be food and water distribution sites throughout the five
boroughs. The details of these sites, including the exact locations and
hours of operation, can be found here: http://www.nyc.gov/html/misc/html/2012/foodandwater.html
The locations are as follows:
Brooklyn
Coffey Park at Richards Street
West 25th Street and Surf Avenue
Manhattan
West 27th Street between 9th and 10th Avenues
East 10th Street between Avenues C & D
Catherine Street between Cherry and Monroe Streets
Pitt Street and East Houston Street
Central Plaza at Division Street
Stanton and Pitt Streets
Queens
Beach 51st Street and Rockaway Beach Boulevard
Red Fern Avenue and Beach 12th Street
Beach 84th Street and Rockaway Beach Boulevard
Staten Island
Mill Road and New Dorp Lane
Yetman Avenue and Hylan Blvd
The American Red Cross has also established feeding locations on Long Island.
The Audre Lorde Project is a Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Two Spirit Trans
and Gender Non-Conforming People of Color community organizing center
focusing on the New York City area.
147 West 24th St. 3rd Floor, NY, New York 10011
Tel: 212-463-0342 * Fax: 212-463-0344
Web: www.alp.org
Showing posts with label Food. Show all posts
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Saturday, November 3, 2012
Monday, August 31, 2009
The Real Meaning of Birthday
In the 3rd grade, I remember a friend of mine, her name was Kim. Every holiday, Kim would park herself in a corner and stare longingly over her shoulder at the rest of the class as we exchanged Valentine's Day gifts, shared birthday cake and cupcakes during a classmate's birthday, opened Christmas treats, and shared Halloween candy. Kim was a Jehovah's Witness and therefore not allowed to celebrate personal or religious holidays with the rest of the class.
One day, Mrs. Rimmer (my favorite teacher...and one hell of a name)...watched Kim's sad face...and finally walked over to her, slammed a piece of cake down on her desk and said, "You don't have to sing the songs, or play the games, or exchange gifts. But you ARE going to eat this piece of chocolate cake!"
Kim's eyes turned as big and round as the cupcakes floating around the room. And with gusto she tore into that cake as if Mrs. Rimmer had just appeared in a burning bush and started issuing commandments.
Nikki Rimmer, once her back was to Kim, broke out into a big smile. She saw me see her smile and she smiled even wider. Winking.
I personally loved Kim because she would warn me on Friday if her Mom and the rest of the Witnesses were planning on marching down our block on Saturday. I would warn my Mom, and I would sit in the living room and wave to Kim as she walked passed with her parents. While my Mom pretended that we weren't at home.
As a kid, I learned that holidays were times for you to get your hands on as much loot as possible (whether the haul be presents or candy). BUT, since I grew up dead broke...I learned that loot was in short supply, so I had better content myself with the love, attention, and adoration of my friends and family.
By the time I was 18, I was throwing my own birthday parties, paying for all the food, and using it as a time for me to bring together the people I love to celebrate them and honor their presence in my life. For the majority of my adult life, I have asked folks to give to a worthy cause instead of buying me presents. Some people still choose to buy me gifts, and I know that for those people it is important to them to honor me with something meaningful. This year, I got a box of GOYA Sazon con Azafran in the mail from my friend Crackity. For us, that was more than just a package of MSG and seasonings...it was a physical reminder of our time living together in Puerto Rico, cooking almost every meal together, wandering around the island, and sharing sex and love war wounds during our time together. Birthdays are a time to celebrate the people you love. And, in doing so, they celebrate you back.
This year was my best birthday ever. There were no wild parties or overly drunken nights. Saturday I cooked and David baked a cake. I was with people I had me that night, met that spring, or met 12 years ago in college in Minnesota. We ate, drank wine, played games, and by 1am folks were gone, I was vomiting a little bit, and then I went to bed happy as a clam. Last night, my actual birthday, I was blessed to have a friend, Nea aka Bebe Benet, from home with me. We met up with my friend yk, Tasha and David joined us, and we were traumatized by the touring performance that included our friend Asha from Atlanta. Afterwards, a new friend, Stacy, joined us for dinner. We ate delicious tapas, laughed our asses off, had a glass of wine, and by 11pm, I was at home and in bed. I spent half of yesterday respondoing to dozens of birthday wishes on Facebook. And I felt loved, celebrated, cared for, honored, and appreciated. And I felt that I had been able to show that some love back to the people I care about that were able to spend part of my birthday with me.
I am lucky. My family has always known and demonstrated that holidays are not about the gifts. It is about the time spent with people you love...nurishing them with good food...and soaking up the love and care to help keep and hold you through the next year of your life.
Thank you to everyone that shared my birthday, this year, with me.
One day, Mrs. Rimmer (my favorite teacher...and one hell of a name)...watched Kim's sad face...and finally walked over to her, slammed a piece of cake down on her desk and said, "You don't have to sing the songs, or play the games, or exchange gifts. But you ARE going to eat this piece of chocolate cake!"
Kim's eyes turned as big and round as the cupcakes floating around the room. And with gusto she tore into that cake as if Mrs. Rimmer had just appeared in a burning bush and started issuing commandments.
Nikki Rimmer, once her back was to Kim, broke out into a big smile. She saw me see her smile and she smiled even wider. Winking.
I personally loved Kim because she would warn me on Friday if her Mom and the rest of the Witnesses were planning on marching down our block on Saturday. I would warn my Mom, and I would sit in the living room and wave to Kim as she walked passed with her parents. While my Mom pretended that we weren't at home.
As a kid, I learned that holidays were times for you to get your hands on as much loot as possible (whether the haul be presents or candy). BUT, since I grew up dead broke...I learned that loot was in short supply, so I had better content myself with the love, attention, and adoration of my friends and family.
By the time I was 18, I was throwing my own birthday parties, paying for all the food, and using it as a time for me to bring together the people I love to celebrate them and honor their presence in my life. For the majority of my adult life, I have asked folks to give to a worthy cause instead of buying me presents. Some people still choose to buy me gifts, and I know that for those people it is important to them to honor me with something meaningful. This year, I got a box of GOYA Sazon con Azafran in the mail from my friend Crackity. For us, that was more than just a package of MSG and seasonings...it was a physical reminder of our time living together in Puerto Rico, cooking almost every meal together, wandering around the island, and sharing sex and love war wounds during our time together. Birthdays are a time to celebrate the people you love. And, in doing so, they celebrate you back.
This year was my best birthday ever. There were no wild parties or overly drunken nights. Saturday I cooked and David baked a cake. I was with people I had me that night, met that spring, or met 12 years ago in college in Minnesota. We ate, drank wine, played games, and by 1am folks were gone, I was vomiting a little bit, and then I went to bed happy as a clam. Last night, my actual birthday, I was blessed to have a friend, Nea aka Bebe Benet, from home with me. We met up with my friend yk, Tasha and David joined us, and we were traumatized by the touring performance that included our friend Asha from Atlanta. Afterwards, a new friend, Stacy, joined us for dinner. We ate delicious tapas, laughed our asses off, had a glass of wine, and by 11pm, I was at home and in bed. I spent half of yesterday respondoing to dozens of birthday wishes on Facebook. And I felt loved, celebrated, cared for, honored, and appreciated. And I felt that I had been able to show that some love back to the people I care about that were able to spend part of my birthday with me.
I am lucky. My family has always known and demonstrated that holidays are not about the gifts. It is about the time spent with people you love...nurishing them with good food...and soaking up the love and care to help keep and hold you through the next year of your life.
Thank you to everyone that shared my birthday, this year, with me.
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