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Its hard for me to say that, and to be honest, I don't even know if it could be considered a proper apology. To be frank, I sit here in front of my computer, drudging up some old memories that I buried in anger, but are really about guilt. This may have lead to some overreaction on my part in defending my GBLT friends, but in reality, I was actually defending my sister, Lanetra. I don't think I'm being completely honest with myself, its not just about her, but about myself, and my guilt at what I had to do. I think I'm trying to sublimate my guilt by lashing out at others, perhaps unfairly, though the anger remains, smoldering in the background.
I guess I want to give my own story, or our story, I should say. I've known Lanetra for many years, sounds odd I know, but she isn't a blood sister, but a friend I love more than myself. She's my best friend, but I feel even that is inadequate to understand how I feel about her, we have shared things I've never shared with anyone outside of my family, or even in my family. She's faced some horrendous things in her life, mostly because she's a lesbian. Coming from a Mormon family isn't easy for a homosexual, and for all the hurt her family has caused her, she persevered.
I'll try to keep this simple, but to get to the point, I was living with Lanetra, as roommates obviously, and she came home after a bad breakup. She's been through breakups before, but this time was different. She was crying, hysterically, I've never seen her this way, the thing is that she never mentioned her ex-girlfriend's name, she started screaming that the world, her family, even God, hated her, that no one cared about her or loved her. I tried to calm her down, but I just couldn't get through. It was as if all the anger, resentment, and shame of her life just was bubbling to the surface.
Then it happened, all she said was that she should "End it all" and then she lunged for the knife holder on the counter in the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and started to plunge it into her chest. To be honest, its mostly a blur, before I knew it, I had her hand twisted behind her back and I pulled until she screamed with pain and dropped the knife. I then wrenched her arms across the front of her body, I was behind her, and then I fell on purpose, slamming both of us on the kitchen floor. I then wrapped my legs around her waist, immobilizing her own legs, and held her there. She fought viciously, she looked back at me as if betrayed, even claimed I hated her too. I can't tell you how I felt, it happened so fast, it was something I'll never forget.
I just kept her on the floor, rocking back and forth, I could think of nothing else, as if I were rocking a baby to sleep. I just kept saying "Someone cares, I love you" repeatedly. It took a while, but she eventually calmed down enough where I could release her, I took the knife and put it away. All she said was that she was fine now and that she wanted to go to bed. The only concession was that I wouldn't let her close her bedroom door, and I made sure that she didn't try anything. I didn't sleep at all that night, she, oddly enough, slept like a baby. I would sit by her bed, watching her sleep, and I grew angry, it was an unfocused rage, I was angry at a world that would make her think her life was so worthless that she wanted to commit suicide.
The next day was more awkward, we didn't know how to treat each other, she tried to open with an apology, but I cut her off and told her it wasn't needed. We both moved around rather stiffly that day, for obvious reasons. But then she showed me the bruises, she was bruised all along her back, chest, and especially her arm. I'll be honest with myself, I was proud of my actions the night before, I was her hero, saved her from herself in the most direct way possible, but that all came crashing down when I saw the bruises. I HURT her, I've never hurt anyone in my entire life, at least on purpose, and I hurt her, I don't think I will ever get over that. She never mentioned it after that day, and she told me that she didn't blame me, but I still blamed myself.
I don't know if I can ever forgive myself for my actions, the fact is that I would sooner kill myself than hurt her, yet look at what I did! I damned near broke her arm, I am twice her weight and half a foot taller than her, and I'm not that tall, and I could have seriously hurt her. I keep on thinking that maybe I could have done something different, maybe have said something or taken the knife away without hurting her. I know that I shouldn't feel this way, but I still do, even after all these years that it happened. I just can't excuse my own actions, my own doubt, as to whether I did the right thing.
Shit, it took me an hour and a half to write that, fighting the tears of shame. To be honest, I don't know what I'm writing this for, absolution? Forgiveness? Understanding?
I don't know, I just feel like I have to write this, if not for greater understanding, for myself instead. I just remember the look on her face, she felt betrayed by the world, by me, and instead of comforting her I gave her pain. I've been seeing that face more and more over the past few days, to be honest, for the longest time, I buried these memories consciously. When I saw the words of McClurkin and the other homophobic artists, I took it as an attack on Lanetra herself. Let's just say that my blood pressure most likely shot up to a dangerous level, it does anytime I see homophobic remarks. These types of people created a world where my Lanetra thought her life was worthless. They made me hurt her.
I know its selfish to feel this way, but I can't help it. I just want to change the world so that she would never have to feel that the world rejects her so utterly as it does now. If I had the power, I would wipe every homophobe off the planet, by any means necessary. I know its wrong, but that's how I feel. I may have overreacted a bit to some Obama supporters, if you feel I unfairly attacked you, I don't know if I have the strength to apologize, but I do regret my words. Just understand that what Obama is doing is an affront to my very existence.
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