Minority Veterans of America was built as a space in which minority veterans could come together to share in connection and to fight for justice for our collective communities. Along the way, we have built different platforms to speak our collective truth and to speak truth to power.
The lived experiences of minority veterans are riddled with contradictions such as the pride we feel for having served our country coupled with the impacts of the systems of oppression that intersect in our lives to keep us marginalized. This is why we started Our Stories, Our Truth. Our Stories, Our Truth began as a blog but has since grown to include open mic style events where members of the community share stories of their service and post-military lives.
by Lindsay Church I came out of the closet in 2003, a few months after I graduated high school. Before coming out, I remember walking the halls of my high school and being taunted by football players who would hurl their favorite nicknames at me that included “butch”, “dyke”, and other creative names they would come up with that reminded me that I was different. As I came out, I was terrified of how my
By Camden Ador This speech originally presented at Fight The Ban – New York City, April 13th, 2019 Good morning everyone, my name is Camden. I’m a transgender man, US Navy veteran, and visual artist. When I was asked if I wanted to speak today, my first thought was yes, this is amazing! But then my second and third thoughts were, is my voice too feminine and what if you can’t see me when I’m
I served from 92-96 on the United States Navy while presenting as female. While I was serving it was during my A School at the age of 18 that I was starting to discover my sexuality and come to the realization that I was a lesbian. There was a small group of us that hung out, Don’t Ask Don’t Tell had just been signed and was not yet implemented.
I lost part of myself today. The biggest part, really, up until I became a mother. The part that defined me; before I was a daughter, a sister, a friend, a wife, a student, a person…I was a Soldier. It was the path I’d chosen for myself when I was just barely 17 and desperate to find something to be proud of and a place to call home. Whole parts of me were made in
November is a month of mixed feelings. Like September, a month filled with melancholic memories of 9/11, the ominous uptick of pumpkin spice latte ads, Suicide Awareness Month, and my birthday, November provides a lens of reflection for Veterans Day. However, I would be remiss if I didn’t share how Anthony Bourdain’s suicide in June was so personally devastating – especially when he saved me from my own as an Iraq War Veteran. After I
I am a Black Woman veteran that proudly served in the United States Army. I served as a leader of Soldiers, a person of integrity, and committed to accomplishing my mission in peacetime as well as in combat. Most importantly, I served the U.S. Army, my family and my country honorably. When I hear the words, “Thank you for your service”, it usually means more to me than the person offering them as a patriotic
Uncountable drops clouding and squeezing me tight, as I ponder with wonder of the unknown above me and below and yet to come. Lonely sets in with uncomfortable ease as is the meek face of a new born wide eyed with astonishment and wanting of womb, with facial expression of fear from detachment of comfort and heart beat from its only known home. Below distant and loud as salty misty fog groups gather in clumps,
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