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A Poem: For Raymond, and for all of the Raymonds, which is to say: for everyone
By TANYA DAVIS
There are words that spring to mind
like sadness
like violence
like senseless crime
like how this affects all of us
like how every tear in every eye falls from all of us
and today Halifax is an ocean of anguish
a sea of angry
beside the Atlantic.
And how do we handle this
what happens next
how do we manage the sorrow and the stress?
This afternoon I walked the sidewalks
not so different than the one where he met his death
where no person should ever have to lay their head
both concrete and Raymond were innocent.
I walked the sidewalk and every person I met
I tried to look into them
Do you know? Do you know?
Do you know what we’re supposed to do now,
‘cause I don’t
I won’t hate more
I won’t love less
so many people—maybe even his killer—are loveless
not unlovable
maybe ignorant, definitely sick
and probably he shouldn’t have been let out to walk around
and probably he was hateful and homophobic
but what’s painful
besides this loss, besides all death
is the simple fact of it that remains:
this isn’t over yet
people left behind for every step we gain
I walked down the sidewalk that is in the city where I live and love
I look for eye contact
for allies in the right to live and love
I wore black and tough
as it is complicated stuff
how to protect oneself and yet open up
I stumble here
it isn’t clear
I put my ear to the ground to listen for the sounds of people’s fear
being taken down by other people’s fear
who are guilty for their deeds but do not live in isolation here
There are systems failing us everywhere
prisons and education and mental health care
there is separation stark and severe
we reach out our hands to make connection
but some are all mixed up
bring death and destruction
it’s all fucked up
like when he struck him, here
And, now, a being from the tribe of Love is gone
and we are one less strong
in a battle we are tired of fighting in the first place
lay down your arms
peace is your birthright
One more time we pick up the pieces and we keep loving
struggle for freedom
for all beings
Gottingen Street gets another beating.
Well, we’ll love it harder
reach our arms out further
to encircle all of our neighbours
til we work through all of the hating
this is for all of you
this is for the pain in our city today
this is for Raymond
Tanya
Davis is a poet and musician living in Halifax, Nova Scotia, and is
the city’s poet laureate. This poem was written by her in the hours
following the tragic death of Raymond Taavel, a prominent LGBT activist
and much-loved staff member of the Shambhala Sun. It was read by Davis at a vigil held that day on the street where he was killed.
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