There are Black Trans People in the Future.
Alisha B. Wormsley, filmmaker and visual artist
Something happened at Juneteenth in the Fillmore on Saturday. I met up with a friend. It was packed with people having a good time - live music and a DJ. We even passed London Breed being chauffeured through on a golf cart. She is one pretty and chic Sister Mayor!
Something happened at Juneteenth in the Fillmore on Saturday. I met up with a friend. It was packed with people having a good time - live music and a DJ. We even passed London Breed being chauffeured through on a golf cart. She is one pretty and chic Sister Mayor!
It was nice to see folks run into one another, embrace, fist bump, and smile. At least for a little while, an afternoon, a weekend, we can forget about the storm of evil approaching.
I heard ' Hey, girl!' and ' All good, my brother.' as I passed through the crowd. I even ran into a former student (now a dude) who's on his way to grad school at UC Santa Cruz in the fall.
My friend and I stopped at a food truck for a snack. We were chatting as we got our plates then suddenly people started running towards McAlister. It was a like a human wave and it happened so fast. Under such circumstances I don't ask questions - I run and tell others to run. I saw a little girl go down, picked her up, and took her by the hand.
' Where's my mama?!" she shouted.
' Baby, I need you to run right now!'
We ran behind a community center into a parking lot at the rear.
I didn't hear shots or anything that sounded like danger. I waited a few minutes.
' Am I being kidnapped?' the little girl asked.
' No, dear. You're not being kidnapped.'
I took her back to her mom who was standing on the corner in a frantic state. She looked me in the eye, angry for a moment, which was fear. Then her face softened with relief.
' She went down and I helped her up.' I said.
' Where's my mama?!" she shouted.
' Baby, I need you to run right now!'
We ran behind a community center into a parking lot at the rear.
I didn't hear shots or anything that sounded like danger. I waited a few minutes.
' Am I being kidnapped?' the little girl asked.
' No, dear. You're not being kidnapped.'
I took her back to her mom who was standing on the corner in a frantic state. She looked me in the eye, angry for a moment, which was fear. Then her face softened with relief.
' She went down and I helped her up.' I said.
' Oh! Thank you, sis.' she said.
My friend and I re-connected through the crowds.
' Whew! That scared the shit out of me.' I said. ' I need a drink.' I was having a visceral reaction to laugh, but from anxiety, not amusement.
' I'm always afraid of that happening wherever we gather.' She said. ' Like another Buffalo or Tulsa.'
No one knew what caused it or why. It could have a been a prank pulled by kids to post on Tik Tok, but I sensed something. There was a message in that moment. We are in danger and a storm of evil is approaching. It was if we are collectively aware and preparing for it.
' Whew! That scared the shit out of me.' I said. ' I need a drink.' I was having a visceral reaction to laugh, but from anxiety, not amusement.
' I'm always afraid of that happening wherever we gather.' She said. ' Like another Buffalo or Tulsa.'
No one knew what caused it or why. It could have a been a prank pulled by kids to post on Tik Tok, but I sensed something. There was a message in that moment. We are in danger and a storm of evil is approaching. It was if we are collectively aware and preparing for it.
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