Date: December 1, 2016
By: Christopher Nikhil Bowen
Growing up as an adopted person of color in the whitest state in the Union forced me to be open and honest about skin tone in America from an early age.
When I was 8 my white mother encouraged me to attend a new summer camp created for kids who were adopted like me. The camp was (annoyingly, in my opinion) called “Camp 4 Me”. I rejected the proposal immediately because in my estimation, I already had friends and didn’t need any more. My mother disappointedly accepted my opinion but added, “You know Chris, I think it would be good for you to meet other kids who have similar life experiences.”
The next year after much poking and prodding, I attended Camp 4 Me after garnering concessions like if I didn’t like the camp, I would never have to go again. I could not have been any more wrong, the camp changed my life very much for the better!
Deep in the heart of Vermont’s breathtaking green mountains, our camp for overwhelmingly black/brown adopted children was hosted for free by a well-to-do ski academy. At first, all of the Camp Counselors were instructors at the academy. Some of the students at the academy volunteered as Junior Counselors (JCs) to assist the counselors and obtained community service credit in the process. It was a beautiful sight to see people from all walks of life coming together, creating a unique and vibrant family. The adopted community were guests at the academy, but we made it our home.
As the years progressed, campers began to age out of the camper program (which ended at 13) but wished to remain a part of Camp For Me. Senior leadership stepped in and decided that aged out campers could continue on at the camp as “Leaders in Training” (LITs). This extended the age of participation to age 15. Two years later, we encountered our first real issue. The Leaders in Training (LIT’s) wanted to move up and become Junior Counselors (JC) and ultimately hold the position of Camp Counselor. This was something that had never happened before.
The camp had grown rapidly in popularity, but the adopted community wanted to keep the intimacy (and cost) of the camp reasonable for the campers families and underwriters, so we had to limit the camper capacity. This, in turn created a finite number of Counselor and Junior Counselor positions available. Many of the all-white staff of ski instructor Counselors and academy student Junior Counselors had to come to terms with the fact that the kids they’d watched grow up were now prepared to take the camp on themselves. It was a difficult realization for them, and for us as campers. Many of the Counselors were mentors and role models, but they knew the mission of the camp was to foster a sense of belonging for the adopted community, and they slowly and graciously withdrew. Filling their positions were adopted people of color. I was one of the first camper-turned-counselor members. It was one of the proudest moments of my life, even to this day.
Camp For Me was so special not because kids were forced to sit around a circle and discuss how difficult it was to be adopted and/or be brown in a state that was 96.9% white. No, it was a magical place because those conversations would come up organically after a dodgeball game, on the way to lunch, or at a dance class. We all had the chance to share our stories; to laugh, cry, and commiserate with one another. It was that safe space that fostered so much of our personal growth and to be comfortable with being different. It was also important that campers saw that one day, they too could become a Camp Counselor, and maybe even the director one day.
I see the Democratic Party LGBT movement in Los Angeles similarly. It took a large coalition to achieve advancements for our community, and there is no doubt in my mind we would not be where we are without the help from our allies. However, I believe in the importance of ensuring that LGBT people, particularly LGBT people of color have unobstructed pathways (and even focused outreach) to membership and even leadership positions within the Clubs in our Party, and the Democratic Party of California proper. With the inauguration of President-elect Trump right around the corner, I believe more than ever before that our grand coalition of misfits will need a safe space to express themselves. LGBT people, people of color, strong womyn, people with disabilities, young people; we all need a political place to call home. That being said, LGBT specific organizations like the Stonewall Democratic Club should be making every effort to see their own included in the club and elevated to the highest posts.
We (gays and lesbians) can still smell the ink drying from the decisions to grant marriage equality in California and around the nation. This is all very new to us (we’re talking less than 5 years old). But, I believe we are at a crossroads where we must we willing and able to see LGBT people, particularly LGBT people of color, ascend to the highest positions in our organizations for the sake of our future generations of leaders and for true equality. It is a fragile balance, and we must treat the potential transfer of power between allies and self-identified LGBT people with extreme care. Together, we can grow the equality movement in Los Angeles, California, and the country by empowering our own LGBT brothers and sisters within our own organizations and clubs.
Remember, while Hillary Clinton won the popular vote by well over a million voters nationwide, nearly half of our country didn’t vote at all! It’s time to engage our disenfranchised community and turn them on to the truth. Then, they will turn out for pro-equality candidates and issues in 2017 and beyond. It starts with getting them in the door.