So, just wanted to say hey and to let everyone know who is following the blog that I am still alive. lol. The ride has been busy and crazy but with this weekend off and relaxing in Oklahoma City I will have all the up dates from every school and even some things in between. Thanks for following and sorry I have been slacking!
From The Road
Zak
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Prayer As A Wepon
“I pray that you exercise the demons in this man and take him out of his homosexual lifestyle.” A man from Louisiana College said has he laid his hand on my back during our candlelight vigil out side LC. It was in that moment I lost all my silent reserve and started to cry. Let me rewind.
We pulled into the Pineville LA area that afternoon and spent the packing boxes for he CENLA Food Bank. For me it was awesome to work for the community for a little while. Pineville and Alexandria LA were hit by Hurricane Gustav so we as Riders decided to go to campus which was also effected we would do community service and invite students out. The President of the university told Katie that “They were not interested in that kind of work.” The President of a Christan university was not interested in helping out his own community. We worked anyway and put together so many boxes. Over 250 boxes of food in 4 hours.
We then decided after the President's remarks we would hold a candlelight vigil that night and bring attention to what he had said. When we got there there students lined up, behind police officers, watching. Laughing. Slowly the vigil line got larger and larger due the community members there. We even had a faculty member there. We had students walking up and down the line behind us, praying for us, our souls, our so called 'demons'. After they were done and we had collected ourselves we invited the students to come speak with us. When they would not we started to tell about us and the similarities between us. No one came to speak. The silence was louder than any vigil song ever could have been.
To have prayer, something that is so sacred and meaningful used as a weapon was the hardest thing for me as a Christan to handle. It's something I will never understand.
From The Road And Shaken,
Zak Rittenhouse
We pulled into the Pineville LA area that afternoon and spent the packing boxes for he CENLA Food Bank. For me it was awesome to work for the community for a little while. Pineville and Alexandria LA were hit by Hurricane Gustav so we as Riders decided to go to campus which was also effected we would do community service and invite students out. The President of the university told Katie that “They were not interested in that kind of work.” The President of a Christan university was not interested in helping out his own community. We worked anyway and put together so many boxes. Over 250 boxes of food in 4 hours.
We then decided after the President's remarks we would hold a candlelight vigil that night and bring attention to what he had said. When we got there there students lined up, behind police officers, watching. Laughing. Slowly the vigil line got larger and larger due the community members there. We even had a faculty member there. We had students walking up and down the line behind us, praying for us, our souls, our so called 'demons'. After they were done and we had collected ourselves we invited the students to come speak with us. When they would not we started to tell about us and the similarities between us. No one came to speak. The silence was louder than any vigil song ever could have been.
To have prayer, something that is so sacred and meaningful used as a weapon was the hardest thing for me as a Christan to handle. It's something I will never understand.
From The Road And Shaken,
Zak Rittenhouse
Monday, October 20, 2008
The Mississippi Closet
We rolled into the Clinton MS on Saturday the 18th and I feel like as we are leaving there is still a lot of work that needs to be done in this town. This is the one stop on the Ride that I have been planning and working on since July and now that its come and gone I feel like there is much more that needs to be done.
We held our meeting about the stop on Saturday the 18th and I gave everyone a run down of how I wanted the days to look and go and a general schedule. Planning seems to be in my blood. After answering some questions we broke for the night and I met up with Mary Sue, the student I had been communicating with all summer and just to see the smile on her face when she saw me and the bus was amazing. We went out to eat and I told her what the next few days would look like. After dinner we went back to the hotel and I met a few other students and alum who I had been working with. It was so great to finally see them.
Sunday we were invited to go to church at Northside Baptist with a local man by the name of Cliff Johnson. Cliff and his family are probably some of the most amazing people I have met in my life time. I have never felt so welcomed at a church in my life. Some of the Riders went with me and as we were leaving I looked at the pastor, and told him that it was the first time in years I had left a church happy and closer to God. He just smiled and said “Your Welcome.”
We when got back to the hotel we had a feast provided for us by the amazing people at Safe Harbor Community Church in Jackson. We ate and hung out with them and it was truly awesome. Safe Harbor is a predominantly LGBT church in Jackson MS. They invited us to a revival that night and I was definitely gonna take them up on that offer and some riders and I did. You have never been to a revival till you have been to a revival at a Queer Church. So much love and compassion and joy just flowed from everyone. They invited us to speak a little about who we were and what were about. I invited them all to our candlelight vigil that night. We had to leave the revival early because justice called and it was time to get ready for our candlelight vigil at MC.
We got there and lined up and light our candles off the a main pillar candle. I spoke at the about the importance of candlelight, and how every time a candle is lit, there is a purpose and how that night the candles were lit in remembrance of people and stories who had been thrown in to the darkness to be forgotten. We stood silent and solemn and it was a beautiful scene we had students watching us from afar and a few even came out and joined us. We had two students who bought us hot chocolate just because they wanted to. We ended the night with people sharing why they lit their candle. It was a beautiful moment. We packed up and headed back to the hotel for tomorrow we would be on campus.
We pulled up the next morning and it was a totally different scene than last year. No SWAT vans, no crazy amounts of police. Just campus security watching from a distance. We stood silently for a while then I decided to keep up with what had been going on campus in the months before our arrival, chalking. I broke the vigil line and told the riders it was time to “chalk the block” and we did. It was the most powerful thing to watch all the riders break line and start chalking messages such as “John 3:16 says WHOSOEVER, that includes LGBT people” and “I am YOUR sister.” all up and down the block and even in front of the steps of the main entertain. By this point in the day we had students starting to watch us and engage us and faculty and administration come out. They however refused to acknowledge our presence and humanity. The lady who does the PR for the school actually turned her nose up at me.
At about 1pm that after noon we gathered all the Riders together and read a letter that an MC student wrote and sent to me. It talked about what it was like to be gay at MC, how he is harassed and can't come out. How if he would tell the school he was being harassed he would be in trouble. After we finished reading it Cait, Alex, Mary Sue and a student by the name of Johnathon walked on to campus together. Cait and Alex were arrested as Mary Sue and Johnathon stayed behind.
After the girls walked on many students came down and talked to us. Asked us why? Why was it important that we have this conversation on campus? Why did we walk on knowing what might happen? My answer was the letter. The letter we read was a clear example about how LGBT students feel on campus everyday. It was important to walk to show that the administration would go so far to arrest two young women who hold a different view to keep that view off campus.
The rest of the day was spent talking about the chalk, the messages behind it and so on. When I went to lunch I got a phone call from Mary Sue that said “They trying to power wash the sidewalk what do you want us all to do?” The sidewalk we chalked on was public sidewalk, the 'they' was Mississippi College. I told her pick a square and sit on it and to tell the other riders to do the same. I ran back down to the College and they had just driven off, without spraying down the sidewalk.
Our last day in Clinton we had a community picnic and a few students showed up as well as random passerby stopped by to say Hi and see what we were about. She sat and listened as an MC student poured her heart out us and told her story. As we were leaving she asked to board the bus and speak with us. She told us that we were loved not only by her but by God and that she admired what we were doing. She gave us a sending prayer and wished us luck and safe travels. We ended the night with dinner at Cliff's house with his family and members from the community. We had students and faculty there. It was a great way to end our time in Clinton, MS.
A student referred to Mississippi College as Mississippi Closet. Now I see why. The LGBT students on that campus are forced into silence everyday. This was my stop on the ride and I can truly say that my work in this community is far from over.
From the Road,
Zak Rittenhouse
We held our meeting about the stop on Saturday the 18th and I gave everyone a run down of how I wanted the days to look and go and a general schedule. Planning seems to be in my blood. After answering some questions we broke for the night and I met up with Mary Sue, the student I had been communicating with all summer and just to see the smile on her face when she saw me and the bus was amazing. We went out to eat and I told her what the next few days would look like. After dinner we went back to the hotel and I met a few other students and alum who I had been working with. It was so great to finally see them.
Sunday we were invited to go to church at Northside Baptist with a local man by the name of Cliff Johnson. Cliff and his family are probably some of the most amazing people I have met in my life time. I have never felt so welcomed at a church in my life. Some of the Riders went with me and as we were leaving I looked at the pastor, and told him that it was the first time in years I had left a church happy and closer to God. He just smiled and said “Your Welcome.”
We when got back to the hotel we had a feast provided for us by the amazing people at Safe Harbor Community Church in Jackson. We ate and hung out with them and it was truly awesome. Safe Harbor is a predominantly LGBT church in Jackson MS. They invited us to a revival that night and I was definitely gonna take them up on that offer and some riders and I did. You have never been to a revival till you have been to a revival at a Queer Church. So much love and compassion and joy just flowed from everyone. They invited us to speak a little about who we were and what were about. I invited them all to our candlelight vigil that night. We had to leave the revival early because justice called and it was time to get ready for our candlelight vigil at MC.
We got there and lined up and light our candles off the a main pillar candle. I spoke at the about the importance of candlelight, and how every time a candle is lit, there is a purpose and how that night the candles were lit in remembrance of people and stories who had been thrown in to the darkness to be forgotten. We stood silent and solemn and it was a beautiful scene we had students watching us from afar and a few even came out and joined us. We had two students who bought us hot chocolate just because they wanted to. We ended the night with people sharing why they lit their candle. It was a beautiful moment. We packed up and headed back to the hotel for tomorrow we would be on campus.
We pulled up the next morning and it was a totally different scene than last year. No SWAT vans, no crazy amounts of police. Just campus security watching from a distance. We stood silently for a while then I decided to keep up with what had been going on campus in the months before our arrival, chalking. I broke the vigil line and told the riders it was time to “chalk the block” and we did. It was the most powerful thing to watch all the riders break line and start chalking messages such as “John 3:16 says WHOSOEVER, that includes LGBT people” and “I am YOUR sister.” all up and down the block and even in front of the steps of the main entertain. By this point in the day we had students starting to watch us and engage us and faculty and administration come out. They however refused to acknowledge our presence and humanity. The lady who does the PR for the school actually turned her nose up at me.
At about 1pm that after noon we gathered all the Riders together and read a letter that an MC student wrote and sent to me. It talked about what it was like to be gay at MC, how he is harassed and can't come out. How if he would tell the school he was being harassed he would be in trouble. After we finished reading it Cait, Alex, Mary Sue and a student by the name of Johnathon walked on to campus together. Cait and Alex were arrested as Mary Sue and Johnathon stayed behind.
After the girls walked on many students came down and talked to us. Asked us why? Why was it important that we have this conversation on campus? Why did we walk on knowing what might happen? My answer was the letter. The letter we read was a clear example about how LGBT students feel on campus everyday. It was important to walk to show that the administration would go so far to arrest two young women who hold a different view to keep that view off campus.
The rest of the day was spent talking about the chalk, the messages behind it and so on. When I went to lunch I got a phone call from Mary Sue that said “They trying to power wash the sidewalk what do you want us all to do?” The sidewalk we chalked on was public sidewalk, the 'they' was Mississippi College. I told her pick a square and sit on it and to tell the other riders to do the same. I ran back down to the College and they had just driven off, without spraying down the sidewalk.
Our last day in Clinton we had a community picnic and a few students showed up as well as random passerby stopped by to say Hi and see what we were about. She sat and listened as an MC student poured her heart out us and told her story. As we were leaving she asked to board the bus and speak with us. She told us that we were loved not only by her but by God and that she admired what we were doing. She gave us a sending prayer and wished us luck and safe travels. We ended the night with dinner at Cliff's house with his family and members from the community. We had students and faculty there. It was a great way to end our time in Clinton, MS.
A student referred to Mississippi College as Mississippi Closet. Now I see why. The LGBT students on that campus are forced into silence everyday. This was my stop on the ride and I can truly say that my work in this community is far from over.
From the Road,
Zak Rittenhouse
Saturday, October 18, 2008
A Heritage Of Silence
The drive from Palm Beach to Florence AL was ,well, long. After the six of us that were arrested were released we hoped on the bus and drove till about 9 that night and stopped in south Georgia at a motel just long enough enough to sleep and get back up. The next we morning we dragged ourselves out to the bus and rode for another day to a small town in AL where we were offered true southern hospitality by a couple by the name of Fran and Apple. These ladies were a real treat. Hanging out, relaxing eating food and sharing stories with them was awesome. They even had us use markers to sign their garage with our names and messages from us. It was awesome to the the white walls transformed by us. By our words, our favorite quotes, the things that drive us to do this work.
We the headed into Florence AL where we were greeted and taken out to dinner by a couple who is involved in PFLAG and they told us their story of their son coming out and how they dealt with it. How they embraced him with open arms. In that moment I knew that while my own family was not as supportive it gave me hope that not all family's are like that.
We spent the next day at a local coffeehouse working and hoping for students to show up. One did. Against all the administrator told him, he showed up. Some of us sat and talked with him and heard his story and others worked on the things that we do that make the ride run just a little smoothly.
We got up and got ready the next morning and headed to Heritage Christian University. We stood by the roadside all day with not one student coming to speak to us. Katie, Taurett and Cait walked on to campus to deliver letters to the President and were arrested. We later found out that the campus had been put under lock down. So we stood as a silent force, to show the silence they people face day in and day out. We stood and had vile things shouted at us from passersby. We stood strong and silent.
As human beings we respond two ways, out of love and out of fear. I wonder how many more schools will respond out of fear to our message of hope and love?
We the headed into Florence AL where we were greeted and taken out to dinner by a couple who is involved in PFLAG and they told us their story of their son coming out and how they dealt with it. How they embraced him with open arms. In that moment I knew that while my own family was not as supportive it gave me hope that not all family's are like that.
We spent the next day at a local coffeehouse working and hoping for students to show up. One did. Against all the administrator told him, he showed up. Some of us sat and talked with him and heard his story and others worked on the things that we do that make the ride run just a little smoothly.
We got up and got ready the next morning and headed to Heritage Christian University. We stood by the roadside all day with not one student coming to speak to us. Katie, Taurett and Cait walked on to campus to deliver letters to the President and were arrested. We later found out that the campus had been put under lock down. So we stood as a silent force, to show the silence they people face day in and day out. We stood and had vile things shouted at us from passersby. We stood strong and silent.
As human beings we respond two ways, out of love and out of fear. I wonder how many more schools will respond out of fear to our message of hope and love?
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I'm A Jailbird Now
At 3PM today I was released from Palm Beach County lockup. I was arrested at about 11:30 yesterday morning. Why? For trying to attend chapel on the campus at Palm Beach Atlantic University. Let me start from the begging.
We got to Palm Beach FL Saturday afternoon after a long 10 hour drive from Atlanta. We settled into our hotel and had a meeting about the coming days. PBA had offered us a meeting with a “select group of students at an undisclosed location.” This was only after our stop at Columbia International University. We rejected that offer because it did not further our mission to speak to as many students as possible. We held a picnic in a local park where some PBA students showed up. We got to talk to them as well as some community members. A few students assured us that we would be able to got chapel with them. That evening we talked about our day on campus and what that would like. Nicholas, Jarrett, Enzi, Lauren, Danielle and I decided we would attempt to go to chapel. I thought you know, its chapel. Its the house of God. Everyone is welcome.
When we pulled up to chapel police were already on stand by. We waited outside and talked to students until chapel began. When we heard the bells signaling it was time for chapel to start, I still held out hope that PBA would not arrest us for trying to go to chapel. As we approached, we read a warning by a PBA official that stated that we were “unwanted guests.” Unwanted? In God's house? It was true. I looked at Jarrett for direction who stepped forward and said “I am going to chapel.” I repeated what he said and took a step forward. The others followed suit and we were arrested for trespassing. We were arrested for trying to worship, with students in Gods house.
As the six of us were put into the back of police van I head the songs of my fellow Riders echoing out. Just As I Am and Om Shanit. I watched students tear up at the sight of the six of us getting arrested. I locked eyes with my fellow Rider Cait and in the moment I knew she was with me. I also saw the look of hurt and pain in her eyes.
We were taking to a local precinct and processed and then hauled off to county where we were placed into a holding cell with about 15 other guys. Jarrett, Nicholas and I were split up from the female bodied folk. We were asked “So why are guys here?” We were dressed in our polos, dress pants and nice shoes. We told the guys we were in holding with what had happened and they had same reaction, confusion and anger, that we were locked up for trying to go to chapel.
After holding we were then taken to shower and given a change of clothes. We were spending the night and were taken up to a block. Each block held 40 guys and ours was nearly full. When I walked in they were watching the news of us, and the rest of the guys in the block looked us and looked at the TV and quickly made the correlation. Some asked us questions about it, others just nodded and said “Good work.”
For me it was a sleepless night. I kept waking up and panicking because I forgot where I was. It was an early morning at 4:30 they woke us all up for chow. We then waited till they called us out to go to court which was held in the same building. At court was the first time we had seen the female bodied folk in while. We looked at each other and nodded. When we went in we were given a court date later in in November because no representative from PBA was present. We were released on our own recognizance with no money owed to the county.
We then had to go back up to our block and wait to be released. At around 2:15 we started the release process. Handing back our bed sheets, getting out belongings, and changing back to the clothes we were in when we came in. When I walked out the the final room of paperwork I saw Cait, Nick and Manny waiting for me. To see them waiting on me and giving me big hugs made me feel all the better when I walk outside the sky was blue, the sun was and there were more riders, Danielle and Lauren and Nicholas too. Hugs were given and after taking in the moment I headed down a long overpass and saw Bill make his way up the stairs. Again, hugs and words of encouragement ensued. When I reached the bottom the stairs there stood Katie and Taurett. Giving me hugs. I could not stop smiling and neither could they. The smiles were saying, we love you, we missed you and we are glad you are okay. I hoped on the bus, changed clothes and then waited for Enzi to be released. When I got to the bus, My fellow riders had decorated my seat with letters, notes and streamers. Welcome back. We missed you. Thank you for being brave for all of us.
I was curious to know what the PBA students said about us getting arrested for going to chapel. My fellow riders said that one student who I was talking to, John, said he hated to watch me get arrested for going to church. Another student, who told me he was gay, told the other riders that he wished he could have been with us.
So many things went through my mind the entire time I was in jail. Two things stood out. The first, is that God puts exactly where you need to be, even if it is in a cell block. The conversations I had with a few guys really reminded me of that. The second is that no matter what, when I get arrested I am following in the footsteps of Equality Riders before me, Martin Luther King Jr. and Gandhi all who stood their ground for what they believed in as well.
I am proud and humbled,mostly humbled, to say that I, Zak Rittenhouse, know what its like to go to jail for justice.
Yours From The Road (And Now A Former Jailbird),
Zak Rittenhouse
We got to Palm Beach FL Saturday afternoon after a long 10 hour drive from Atlanta. We settled into our hotel and had a meeting about the coming days. PBA had offered us a meeting with a “select group of students at an undisclosed location.” This was only after our stop at Columbia International University. We rejected that offer because it did not further our mission to speak to as many students as possible. We held a picnic in a local park where some PBA students showed up. We got to talk to them as well as some community members. A few students assured us that we would be able to got chapel with them. That evening we talked about our day on campus and what that would like. Nicholas, Jarrett, Enzi, Lauren, Danielle and I decided we would attempt to go to chapel. I thought you know, its chapel. Its the house of God. Everyone is welcome.
When we pulled up to chapel police were already on stand by. We waited outside and talked to students until chapel began. When we heard the bells signaling it was time for chapel to start, I still held out hope that PBA would not arrest us for trying to go to chapel. As we approached, we read a warning by a PBA official that stated that we were “unwanted guests.” Unwanted? In God's house? It was true. I looked at Jarrett for direction who stepped forward and said “I am going to chapel.” I repeated what he said and took a step forward. The others followed suit and we were arrested for trespassing. We were arrested for trying to worship, with students in Gods house.
As the six of us were put into the back of police van I head the songs of my fellow Riders echoing out. Just As I Am and Om Shanit. I watched students tear up at the sight of the six of us getting arrested. I locked eyes with my fellow Rider Cait and in the moment I knew she was with me. I also saw the look of hurt and pain in her eyes.
We were taking to a local precinct and processed and then hauled off to county where we were placed into a holding cell with about 15 other guys. Jarrett, Nicholas and I were split up from the female bodied folk. We were asked “So why are guys here?” We were dressed in our polos, dress pants and nice shoes. We told the guys we were in holding with what had happened and they had same reaction, confusion and anger, that we were locked up for trying to go to chapel.
After holding we were then taken to shower and given a change of clothes. We were spending the night and were taken up to a block. Each block held 40 guys and ours was nearly full. When I walked in they were watching the news of us, and the rest of the guys in the block looked us and looked at the TV and quickly made the correlation. Some asked us questions about it, others just nodded and said “Good work.”
For me it was a sleepless night. I kept waking up and panicking because I forgot where I was. It was an early morning at 4:30 they woke us all up for chow. We then waited till they called us out to go to court which was held in the same building. At court was the first time we had seen the female bodied folk in while. We looked at each other and nodded. When we went in we were given a court date later in in November because no representative from PBA was present. We were released on our own recognizance with no money owed to the county.
We then had to go back up to our block and wait to be released. At around 2:15 we started the release process. Handing back our bed sheets, getting out belongings, and changing back to the clothes we were in when we came in. When I walked out the the final room of paperwork I saw Cait, Nick and Manny waiting for me. To see them waiting on me and giving me big hugs made me feel all the better when I walk outside the sky was blue, the sun was and there were more riders, Danielle and Lauren and Nicholas too. Hugs were given and after taking in the moment I headed down a long overpass and saw Bill make his way up the stairs. Again, hugs and words of encouragement ensued. When I reached the bottom the stairs there stood Katie and Taurett. Giving me hugs. I could not stop smiling and neither could they. The smiles were saying, we love you, we missed you and we are glad you are okay. I hoped on the bus, changed clothes and then waited for Enzi to be released. When I got to the bus, My fellow riders had decorated my seat with letters, notes and streamers. Welcome back. We missed you. Thank you for being brave for all of us.
I was curious to know what the PBA students said about us getting arrested for going to chapel. My fellow riders said that one student who I was talking to, John, said he hated to watch me get arrested for going to church. Another student, who told me he was gay, told the other riders that he wished he could have been with us.
So many things went through my mind the entire time I was in jail. Two things stood out. The first, is that God puts exactly where you need to be, even if it is in a cell block. The conversations I had with a few guys really reminded me of that. The second is that no matter what, when I get arrested I am following in the footsteps of Equality Riders before me, Martin Luther King Jr. and Gandhi all who stood their ground for what they believed in as well.
I am proud and humbled,mostly humbled, to say that I, Zak Rittenhouse, know what its like to go to jail for justice.
Yours From The Road (And Now A Former Jailbird),
Zak Rittenhouse
Saturday, October 11, 2008
My HBCU Experenice
Our days in Atlanta came to a close and I left ATL with renewed sense of purpose and engery and drive. For me, it seems like when I feel really low I meet someone at stop that just lifts my spirits about all that we do.
Our fist day in Atlanta we went to Spelman college for a meet and greet with Afrakette and Safe Space, the Spelman and Morehouse LGBT student groups. It was refreshing to walk onto a campus and be welcomed with open arms. The students really wanted to know about us, our stories and and our journey thus far and beyond. We then went to dinner with some students. It was good to relax and just hang out. The next day we hit our first campus in Atlanta, Morehouse. Morehouse is an all men historically black college. Like Spelman, they do not have explicit polices that discriminate against LGBT students however both schools still have deep southern baptist roots as both were founded as seminaries for men and women. We were there to support the student groups on campus as well as aid them in working towards a better campus for all students.
When we got Morehouse we had breakfast with students, faculty and staff. We made introductions and and talked and shared our stories. We were then given a tour of the Morehouse campus. After our tour we set up a table on Kilgore Plaza and handed out flyer's for that nights event, an open Mic night at a local coffee house, and talked to students. After we were done hanging out on the plaza we headed to a meeting with the Chapel assistants on campus. I have never see a room so full. When he discussion started it was very intense. It was a good, intense though. Both groups you could tell we were trying and wanting to know where the other group was coming from. Someone described as an intellectual buffet, and I could not have agreed more. That evening we headed back campus and participated in a queer themed open Mic. Members from both student groups and even a few Equality Riders preformed. It was awesome.
We woke up the next morning and it was off to Spelman college to set up a table at their Friday Market. Students and staff came up to us and wanted to know who we were and what we were about. That afternoon we had a panel discussion around Gender and watched a student directed and produced film called “No Homo.” It was a documentary on what it's like to be LGBT at Morehouse and Spelman. It was really good and gave me a better understanding of what that experience is like. We then headed back to our hotel to get ready for our last event in Atlanta, a house party. A Morehouse student opened his home up to us the last night to give us some time off from the work we do, however the work that we do was the hot topic of the night. We really got the chance to connect with the students we had interacted with the past few days.
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Our fist day in Atlanta we went to Spelman college for a meet and greet with Afrakette and Safe Space, the Spelman and Morehouse LGBT student groups. It was refreshing to walk onto a campus and be welcomed with open arms. The students really wanted to know about us, our stories and and our journey thus far and beyond. We then went to dinner with some students. It was good to relax and just hang out. The next day we hit our first campus in Atlanta, Morehouse. Morehouse is an all men historically black college. Like Spelman, they do not have explicit polices that discriminate against LGBT students however both schools still have deep southern baptist roots as both were founded as seminaries for men and women. We were there to support the student groups on campus as well as aid them in working towards a better campus for all students.
When we got Morehouse we had breakfast with students, faculty and staff. We made introductions and and talked and shared our stories. We were then given a tour of the Morehouse campus. After our tour we set up a table on Kilgore Plaza and handed out flyer's for that nights event, an open Mic night at a local coffee house, and talked to students. After we were done hanging out on the plaza we headed to a meeting with the Chapel assistants on campus. I have never see a room so full. When he discussion started it was very intense. It was a good, intense though. Both groups you could tell we were trying and wanting to know where the other group was coming from. Someone described as an intellectual buffet, and I could not have agreed more. That evening we headed back campus and participated in a queer themed open Mic. Members from both student groups and even a few Equality Riders preformed. It was awesome.
We woke up the next morning and it was off to Spelman college to set up a table at their Friday Market. Students and staff came up to us and wanted to know who we were and what we were about. That afternoon we had a panel discussion around Gender and watched a student directed and produced film called “No Homo.” It was a documentary on what it's like to be LGBT at Morehouse and Spelman. It was really good and gave me a better understanding of what that experience is like. We then headed back to our hotel to get ready for our last event in Atlanta, a house party. A Morehouse student opened his home up to us the last night to give us some time off from the work we do, however the work that we do was the hot topic of the night. We really got the chance to connect with the students we had interacted with the past few days.
h
Friday, October 10, 2008
Reflections Of Columbia SC From Atlanta GA
Sitting here in Atlanta watching the traffic wiz by in the highway I can't help but think of our most recent stop in Columbia SC at Colombia International University. This stop will remain important to me because a reality was really made clear, no matter how much students want to talk to us, the administration is afraid.
When we got Columbia SC we were welcomed at a a local LGBT center for a backyard BBQ. We met many amazing people. There was one to me who stood out, here name was Elke. Her son Sean was beaten and killed in SC because he was gay. She has now made it her mission to educate people on the lack of hate crime laws in SC. She told us a story about how her church kicked her out at a time when the should have held her close. She is truly an amazing woman and has started a foundation to help educate other by telling her story. As we left the center my mind was full and I was ready to get settled into the hotel and relax for the next day we hit campus.
We when pulled up to CIU the administration had blocked off with a section at the very edge of campus. It was blocked off with yellow police tape and road barricades. The campus was at least a mile down the road. We we asked on administrator why the barricade he said it was for our safety from the road. The road was behind us at least 40 feet and there no barricades on that side. As were setting up for the day we watched a group of about 30 students walk towards us. They had to walk a mile to get to us and cross police tape with words do not enter on it. What kind of message is that sending? Standing vigil and gathering my thoughts at the barricade I counted at least 8 identifiable police cars. What were they so afraid of? I placed my Bible on the barricade and watched as two police officers took a few steps toward me, once they realized I was just placing my Bible there they stepped back.
We had some great conversations with students. The administration however was out in full force and roved around the entire. Almost as if to monitor what the students were saying. While I feel we had some genuine conversations I feel the students held back because of the administration.
Towards the end of the day we abruptly told we had to leave campus because the administration had a staff meeting. We asked if we could continue to speak with students and the faculty said “No.” The faculty would not let these young men and women speak to us with out them in ear shot. We were then asked to remove ourselves to very edge of campus, right next to the same busy road we were told eariler in the day they wanted to protect us from. It was disappointing that the administration reacted the way they did. We watched as the students looked confused as were put by the side of the road.
The next day we were asked to go to the University Of South Carolina to support them in the National Coming Out Day celebrations. We pulled on to campus and parked the bus on campus all day while talking to students and supporting the USC community. It was a great day for the riders and I to kinda relax and hang out and talk to students about what it means to come out. The USC community was amazing.
Now we are in Atlanta GA visiting Morehouse and Spelman Colleges. Our visits here are a little different. While Morehouse and Spelman do not have polices that discriminate against LGBT students, both schools were founded with deep Baptist roots. Currently both colleges have student groups that support LGBT people on their respective campuses. While here in Atlanta we are here to show our support of the progress these schools have made and to have peaceful dialogue with students.
The ride has been nothing short of an emotional roller coaster thus far and I can only imagine what coming weeks will bring.
From The Road,
Zak Rittenhouse
When we got Columbia SC we were welcomed at a a local LGBT center for a backyard BBQ. We met many amazing people. There was one to me who stood out, here name was Elke. Her son Sean was beaten and killed in SC because he was gay. She has now made it her mission to educate people on the lack of hate crime laws in SC. She told us a story about how her church kicked her out at a time when the should have held her close. She is truly an amazing woman and has started a foundation to help educate other by telling her story. As we left the center my mind was full and I was ready to get settled into the hotel and relax for the next day we hit campus.
We when pulled up to CIU the administration had blocked off with a section at the very edge of campus. It was blocked off with yellow police tape and road barricades. The campus was at least a mile down the road. We we asked on administrator why the barricade he said it was for our safety from the road. The road was behind us at least 40 feet and there no barricades on that side. As were setting up for the day we watched a group of about 30 students walk towards us. They had to walk a mile to get to us and cross police tape with words do not enter on it. What kind of message is that sending? Standing vigil and gathering my thoughts at the barricade I counted at least 8 identifiable police cars. What were they so afraid of? I placed my Bible on the barricade and watched as two police officers took a few steps toward me, once they realized I was just placing my Bible there they stepped back.
We had some great conversations with students. The administration however was out in full force and roved around the entire. Almost as if to monitor what the students were saying. While I feel we had some genuine conversations I feel the students held back because of the administration.
Towards the end of the day we abruptly told we had to leave campus because the administration had a staff meeting. We asked if we could continue to speak with students and the faculty said “No.” The faculty would not let these young men and women speak to us with out them in ear shot. We were then asked to remove ourselves to very edge of campus, right next to the same busy road we were told eariler in the day they wanted to protect us from. It was disappointing that the administration reacted the way they did. We watched as the students looked confused as were put by the side of the road.
The next day we were asked to go to the University Of South Carolina to support them in the National Coming Out Day celebrations. We pulled on to campus and parked the bus on campus all day while talking to students and supporting the USC community. It was a great day for the riders and I to kinda relax and hang out and talk to students about what it means to come out. The USC community was amazing.
Now we are in Atlanta GA visiting Morehouse and Spelman Colleges. Our visits here are a little different. While Morehouse and Spelman do not have polices that discriminate against LGBT students, both schools were founded with deep Baptist roots. Currently both colleges have student groups that support LGBT people on their respective campuses. While here in Atlanta we are here to show our support of the progress these schools have made and to have peaceful dialogue with students.
The ride has been nothing short of an emotional roller coaster thus far and I can only imagine what coming weeks will bring.
From The Road,
Zak Rittenhouse
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