Participants gave permission to the Center to share the photos, so I’m not posting all the photos here. My friend Chris McNabb said I could use his photo, though, and he is resplendent as a sassy seminarian:
The photos show people’s responses to Trump’s election. Participants posed with written responses to why “my voice counts,” in spite of Trump's campaign promises and cabinet choices. The participants’ presences in front of the camera spoke additional volumes. “because my ancestors fought too hard for me to be free,” wrote one black man. He regards the camera directly, shoulders relaxed, jaw squared, eyes simmering. Another black man wrote, “because my grandparents came from South Carolina and didn’t have a choice. I have the right vote for whoever I choose.” His lips are a flat line that I see tenderness in, grey in his eyebrows and wear around his eyes suggest experience, and a polar bear hoodie makes me want to ask him to go sledding. A bronze and black wedding band speaks of commitment. Taken together, these two remind me of the US’s journey through slavery and the Jim Crow era. Trump’s election raises the specter of sliding backward toward those times. However, too much has been fought and won to let that happen. The ancestors these two evoke won’t stand for it, and from that they draw strength.
A white woman stands with hips cocked, her hair businesslike, and proclaims “I refuse to go backwards.”
I am drawn in because she looks so sure, and still playful, and because “backwards” could be anywhere. Is she also talking about racism? Immigration? Gay rights? NATO? Is she even a lesbian? Who knows. I want to know her better. I also like not knowing, and imagining her championing every cause. A concept from a sociology course flickers back to life for me: the floating signifier. Floating signifiers are so empty of meaning that they accommodate all meanings brought to them. Claude Lévi-Strauss coined the term and Philosopher Roland Barthes elaborated the concept to flags: even if people would knock over a table in an argument at Thanksgiving about their values, they can all unite under one flag, because the flag can accommodate all of the different values that people bring to it. And so our friend here with the sass and the determination to move not backwards offers herself as a flag for the people gathered at the Center: to be the perfect white ally, to be the perfect professional lesbian (if that’s your thing!), to be the perfect straight ally, to be the woman breaking the glass ceiling, to stand for decency in public discourse, and, of course, to show the queens how to wear mascara.
Thank goodness for all that, and for the even broader welcome implied in #myvoicecounts, because people who came were so multiple that we couldn’t have agreed on everything. Indeed, I overheard people argue about what activism actual demands, and when to draw limits for comfort and safety. I heard people dissing and defending Hillary. I heard people trip on their privilege and sound as clueless as a presidential debater. Nonetheless, people continued to participate fully and passionately, generously addressing camera, with more rich ambiguity: “because I’m human,” “because WE MUST KEEP FIGHTING,” “because I believe our LOVE overcomes evil!” Their frankness and presences kept the words—which are also floating signifiers—alive and urgent and inclusive of everyone.
Also, thank goodness, some people dared to be specific about their commitments, or we wouldn't have any direction to move in.
A duo strike a pose Madonna would commend and observed their voices count "because I’m a kween” and “because I’m a quing.” The two avoid easy categorization as male or female, and their fist-letter swapping emphasizes their gender liminality as well as their friendship. Mike Pence, don’t try policing the restrooms, here.
“Because we have disabilities” one young person wrapped in purple seethes into the camera. No more mocking disabled reporters.
“BECAUSE I’M / MEXICAN / QUEER / FEMME” says a participant in a retro jacket over a button down, claiming identities that Trump maligns as sources of strength. Also in the frame, a young person with long lashes, impeccable foundation and lips, who needs to stoop to stay in front of the step and repeat, flexes their curves and says “because Im My Protection.” The two stand close, communicating affinity. They have each other’s backs.
“because its time for white people to show up and speak out. Ally is a verb, not a noun.”