Monday, May 18, 2009

Can one man's actions "derail" a movement? Let's hope not.

I am angry right now.  I am angry at a man who could have such blatant disregard for others that he would put the lives of a trainload of passengers at risk, and put the livelihoods of every transgender person in America at risk, just so that he could send his girlfriend a text message.

His name is Aiden Quinn, and he was a light rail operator in Boston.  He has recently acquired some infamy for texting on the job, and crashing his trolley into another as a result.  But of course, what really has everybody in a tizzy is that he is a transgender man, female-to-male, that was hired by the transit agency through their Affirmative Action program.

This really couldn't have come at a worse time--just as we get to a place where we CAN claim our transgender status as a minority, all of a sudden the blogosphere is abuzz with bigoted remarks about how we must be negligent, unsafe people to trust with important jobs such as operating trains.  

I'm mad at the bigoted bloggers and commenters, yes, and I'm mad at the sensationalist news reporters that just had to throw that juicy little tidbit of information into the story.  But mostly, I'm mad at Aiden Quinn himself.  Most people's actions only reflect back on them personally, but as members of a vastly underrepresented and misunderstood minority, everything we as transgendered people do reflects back on our community as a whole.  We need to make sure we are valuable contributors to society; it is the only way we will ever be respected.  

Aiden Quinn did not cause this crash because he is transgendered.  He caused this crash because he was negligent about his duties and responsibilities in the operator's cab of the train.  This is not a queer issue, it is a cell phone issue.  Should this man be fired from public service?  Definitely.  But his actions should not be allowed to set our community back, or to be a roadblock to the next transgender person that may decide to apply for a similar job.

This is his fault.  Not ours.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Tranny justice ;-)

Today's jury duty day. Cool and blegh at the same time. They called me in by my old name, and at first I thought they weren't going to respect my name change ("it takes 24 hours to go through the computer system..."). I was cringing at the thought of them calling my old name out in front of the entire room full of a hundred people--(hey everybody--there's a transsexual juror in the room!) But a really nice lady behind the counter agreed to make a special note for me (on account of my charm, I suppose :-) to make sure I was called Wenda. Yay! Time and time again, even bureaucrats prove to be so nice sometimes. Several months ago, before my name was legally changed, I was forced to out myself to a lady on the phone from the DMV--again I expected the worst. She was so nice! She told me "if you were here right now I would probably give you a hug for being honest and sharing that." I love people sometimes.

On lunch break, I wandered over to Olvera Street and caught the beginning of a beautiful free concert in the park--some guy set up playing exquisite flute and pan-pipe music in the plaza. City living can be wonderful sometimes, even in L.A.

I got to meet Judge Lance Ito, of the O.J. Simpson trial fame. He actually seems kind of nice, despite the disaster that that trial was. As of right now, I'm still sitting in the assembly room, waiting to find out if I can go, or if I have to come back again tomorrow :-( But even if I do, it's not all that bad. Next time I get called for this, it'll be the Multnomah County Courthouse...

Happy Thursday,
Wenda!

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