THis post was written by me alone and is representing of NOTHING that incite! has said or thinks of anything in this situation. I stand alone in making all the statements in this post, I take total responsibility for it, nobody from incite! or the nola clinic is in ANY way connected to this post just as nobody from the online world is connected to this post. This is me, bfp, talking and i have done so without asking or talking to anybody, not even the women who blog at this blog. If you have anything to say, say it only about me.

So, a bunch of women of color and trans women of color aren’t getting any health care from a clinic that is desperately trying to get them some–even as it now looks like the clinic may have to admit defeat.

The blogoworld is fucking pissed off about that.

Oh, no, wait. Not quite.

The blogworld is pissed off because….hm. Because it read something online that is not reflective of the on the ground work or situation or context of a physical space it doesn’t belong to with one exception. So, without giving a SHIT about the work that the women on the ground are doing (have I mentioned that they’re black women?) and how any interactions that happen online may fuck up interactions or work going on offline–work that involves, what was that phrase, “life and death situations,” for largely women of color and trans women of color–the blogosphere decided it knew best and proceeded to roundly call the women at the clinic (did I mentioned that they’re black women?) murderers that are funding the death of trans women of color, transphobes, bigots, etc.

ANd now we all know–oh, wait. Actually, it’s more complicated. NOBODY is getting medical care at that clinic. The reason that trans women weren’t getting care (did I mention that they were getting all the other services available?) is because the clinic didn’t trust it’s own doctors and prioritized the *SAFE* and *AFFIRMING* part of their mission over the “service” part of the mission.

Oh, and NOBODY is getting medical care at the clinic.

Nobody.
NOBODY.

Have I mentioned that ONE person. ONE. Has said, oh, shit. I didn’t realize that shit on the ground was that difficult. ONE. ONE.

My question now. Where are all the trans and cis undocumented immigrants supposed to go to get health care? Because you know it’s illegal, yes, illegal, for health care workers to service “illegal aliens” and not report them. Right?

All the fucked up assholes who felt that they knew what was what–they had the privilege of citizenship in this situation, they had their citizenship privilege where they felt like they could decide whatever the fuck they wanted about a clinic that is one of the ONLY places where undocumented women can get help without being imprisoned and deported. BUt oh, wait, Piny’s right. Ho hum. Boring discussion. Because it’s not more complicated, it really is just as simple as apple pie. BFP is a “disappointing” hero that deserves what she gets so shut the fuck up BFP and all the rest of you stop defending her fucked up ass.

Black feminists will be held accountable to the wrath of the world–and when those feminists say, hold up, we weren’t clear, we’re going to fix it, AND here are some medical services that we’ve been able to scope out–the only legitimate answer then is to say…nothing.

Right?

Because who the fuck–WHO THE FUCK–should owe any sort of accountability to those black women? They aren’t even worth the time it takes to say–jesus, I didn’t know–much less, please let me help.

Who the FUCK cares about what time their privileged fucking citizen asses just drained out of an almost shut down system that is servicing the most devastated populations of hurricane katrina by calling and emailing, right? Who cares about “complicated” and “waiting until we hear what is going on” when it’s just a bunch of fucking black women working their asses to the bone? Right now, what matters is starting an internet and twitter campaign against the REAL women who are silencing and depleting resources for the care of people NONE of us has ever met and who are fucking traumatized in a way I can’t even imagine–the clinic and the big fat fallen ugly ass hero BFP.

And now, FUCK THOSE BITCHZ if they think the internetz are going to “fall on their swords.”

And meanwhile those fucking BITCHZ (did I mention that they were black women?) are continuing to do the work NOT ONE PERSON in this blogosphere–not me, not queen emily, not voz or fire fly or piny or any damn other person out there–will do. They continue to work with a population of women that NOBODY gave a shit about until a white woman who is not even from NOLA said she couldn’t get health care. And that NOBODY gives a shit about now that we all think that the white woman will just get health care from some other place.

Because, oh, did I mention that ONE white woman–ONE has said, “holy jesus, I didn’t know…”

ONE?

Everybody is OUTRAGED when they think that simple transphobia can be the answer and if we just bully those people enough, they’ll relent.

When everybody finds out, oh, the structural violence of an entire region has as much to do with NOBODY (did I say NOBODY?) getting services as ignorance did–then we all walk away.

Because it’s so much easier to appoint one person as a leader to fix the bullshit isn’t it? If we all just let voz clean this whole mess up for us by calling bfp and the women at the clinic names, then we don’t have to look at the fact that we as a fucking nation of privileged citizens continue to let a few BLACK WOMEN in nola clean up the mess that our nation created through colonialistic arrogance and that we ALLOW TO CONTINUE through racist, classist arrogance.

We don’t have to look at the fact that the lives of women of color (both cis and trans) living in a brutalized violated region are far more fucking complicated that we could ever imagine.

That hey, it really and truly is more complicated. And that somehow some way, the lives of women of color IN OUR OWN FUCKING COUNTRY depend on those black women figuring out a way to negotiate the needs of an undocumented woman who is sneaking to the clinic for an hour or two after the abusive partner leaves with the needs of trans women who have been raped and violated by a profession that says it is trying to help and the women who are all of those things together.

That this isn’t about some privileged women in some privileged area dancing in circles around the campfire together, this is about desperately violated women who don’t have the luxury of screaming and stomping and calling names without also sitting down and saying–here is MY solution, is there anyway we can meld your solution with my solution?