LGBTQIA+ Day of Silence

Words by: Maggie Laubscher | Music by: Abby Yemm

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In 1996, a university student named Maria Pulzetti noticed LGBTQIA+ students around her being largely ignored by parents and administrators. So she did something about it. 

Maria held a ‘Day of Silence’ one-time event during the University’s LGBTQIA+ pride week. Her goal with the event was to promote awareness of how many LGBTQIA+ students felt on the daily, by surrounding them with a silence they couldn’t help but notice. 

LGBTQIA+ = Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer/Questioning, Intersex, Asexual, and Allies

One year later, Maria’s one-time event went national, with over 100 schools joining in. The movement continues today, with over 1,000 schools taking part. Some students opting to wear tape over their mouths or Xs on their hands.

It’s a beautiful anecdote to show the power of one person. It’s also a powerful visual of the injustices LGBTQIA+ kids face on the daily. 

Only 26 percent of LGBTQ teens reported feeling safe in their school classrooms, according to a survey of more than 12,000 LGBTQ teens by HRC Foundation & University of Connecticut. And only 13 percent of those surveyed reported hearing positive messages about being queer. What’s more, only 12 percent (!!) received safe sex info relevant to their identity during sex ed. 

When 1 in 6 Gen Z adults identify as LGBT, it makes the above stats hit even harder. Day of Silence seeks to shed light on this reality that LGBTQIA+ youth experience daily. 

Instead of giving tips on how you can help, we are going to be silent, or mostly silent, for today. We leave you with a poem by icon Audre Lorde. April is National Poetry Month and we are always down to highlight powerful words. Audre was a self-described “black, lesbian, mother, warrior, poet.” She spent her life fighting injustices of racism, sexism, classism, and homophobia. Read her poem during a bit of silence today, if you can. It’s a good one.


A Litany for Survival

BY AUDRE LORDE

For those of us who live at the shoreline

standing upon the constant edges of decision

crucial and alone

for those of us who cannot indulge

the passing dreams of choice

who love in doorways coming and going

in the hours between dawns

looking inward and outward

at once before and after

seeking a now that can breed

futures

like bread in our children’s mouths

so their dreams will not reflect

the death of ours;

For those of us

who were imprinted with fear

like a faint line in the center of our foreheads

learning to be afraid with our mother’s milk

for by this weapon

this illusion of some safety to be found

the heavy-footed hoped to silence us

For all of us

this instant and this triumph

We were never meant to survive.

And when the sun rises we are afraid

it might not remain

when the sun sets we are afraid

it might not rise in the morning

when our stomachs are full we are afraid

of indigestion

when our stomachs are empty we are afraid

we may never eat again

when we are loved we are afraid

love will vanish

when we are alone we are afraid

love will never return

and when we speak we are afraid

our words will not be heard

nor welcomed

but when we are silent

we are still afraid

So it is better to speak

remembering

we were never meant to survive.

Copyright © 1978 by Audre Lorde, from The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde by Audre Lorde, via poetryfoundation.org


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