Remembering Pat Parker
By Christine Adams Tripp, J.D.
I
recently read an article on www.FemmeNoir.net and sent an
email asking why there was no mention of Pat Parker. I realized
that a lot of young lesbians have never heard of Pat Parker. I
dedicate this note to everyone and ask you to remember a
trailblazer, a pioneer in the fight for lesbian and gay rights.
But most of all, Pat Parker fought a fight with breast cancer.
She won her fight because she encouraged a lot of us to get a
breast examinations. She won her fight because she gave us
strength to die with dignity and courage no matter what, and
gave us the resilience to continue the work she started.
I
had never heard of Pat until I went to Oakland in 1982 for a
women’s conference, or maybe it was a music festival, no
matter. I was introduced to Sweet Honey in the Rock, Audre
Lorde, and Pat Parker. Pat Parker was participating in a poetry
reading. She was about 5’8’’, dark chocolate and a real dyke.
I had to read her works later, after the reading, because I
couldn’t take my eyes and mind off of her persona. Her voice
was strong and demanded attention. Her words pierced my heart
and gave my mind a working over.
Pat Parker was concerned and dealt with the issues of racism,
classism, and economic exploitation. She was frightenly honest
and straight-forward in her writings and her encounters with
people. You didn’t ask her a question unless you were ready for
the answer. The answer was never going to be flowery and/or
colored to protect you. The profound insightfulness found in
her writings, still stand on their own today.
Pat Parker has always been described as a Black revolutionary,
feminist, lesbian and poet. To me, she was the mirror image of
myself. I am fighting on the same battlefields in my community
to bring about social change. I am involved with the arts and
creative thought, and I have been both a wife and mother. Oh, I
will never measure up to the radical activism of Pat Parker, but
at least I have something to work towards.
I
remember when Pat ran for city council in Oakland or San
Francisco. Some of us went to the bay area to work on her
campaign. Just to watch her give directions and listen to her
political speeches gave us the encouragement and fortitude to
continue the struggle and to go forward upon our return to Los
Angeles.
And then, Pat was diagnosed with breast cancer. I watched as
she continued to be strong and fight on for our rights, even
when it was known that she was losing her fight with breast
cancer. Pat Parker died in 1989 and I was diagnosed with breast
cancer in 1990. I had learned from Pat Parker not to crumble in
the face of obstacles. I sought out and found inner
determination and strength in knowing that Pat Parker was a
mentor, warrior, and leader that I could follow.
When I need to feed my soul, I read Pat Parker or Audre Lorde,
who also died of breast cancer. Today, I have put everything
into perspective. I don’t worry about the material things in
life. I don’t get into silly arguments. I appreciate what I
have and don’t take things for granted. I am grateful for every
morning, the flowers, and the birds singing. Every sense is
heightened. It’s the small things that have brought me
pleasure. Every occasion is so special, and I have discovered
the inner strength I never knew I had.
I
encourage you to read Movement in Black to really get a flavor
of Pat Parker at her best. I leave you with a few words Pat
Parker left us:
Take the strength that you may wage a long battle.
Take the pride that you can never stand small.
Take the rage that you can never settle for less.