I’ve lately been frequently reminded that I am ‘Other’, something that someone with my usual background levels of insecurity and introspection has found pushing its way to the fore, which, with my current depressed state, makes me even more awkward and sensitive than usual.
Those who’ve read my previous blogs or read my Twitter feed know the battles I’ve faced with the DWP as a direct result of having the temerity to be disabled, something that came about in fact because I had no shame about being gay in the 1980s when society still had very different views and laws than it does today. Friday marked the 50th anniversary of the Sexual Offences Act where homosexuality was partially decriminalised, a true landmark for gay men and a marker on the long road to equality – a rough road that we’re still treading and one that those of us who strive for equality will be travelling on for some time to come. Don’t misunderstand me, I think that commemorating the event is important and something that needs to be widely shouted about, but the belief that once the 1967 act became law we danced along the Yellow Brick Road to disco beats in ruby slippers all the way until today really is a rainbow-tinted view and one I personally find difficult. I find it difficult because as a gay man in his mid fifties who is committed to equality in its fullest sense I know that, despite changes in the law, we are still in many, many ways socially far from being an equal society.
Equality is something that we as a nation are very good at making laws for and celebrating – which of course we should – but we’re not very good at actually doing it. Just because something is on the statute books and widely praised doesn’t make it happen, for that we need to listen to, learn from and talk with those for whom legislation is supposedly enacted rather than be spoken at by those who decide the laws – usually phalanxes of privileged folks with little or no real knowledge of what it is to be Other but well-meaning in their desire to be seen doing something good. And there’s the rub. Statutes are on the books yet inequality is still something that we see enacted every day in all aspects of our lives – sometimes insidious, frequently unspoken but increasingly noticeable. Extreme cases scream out in the headlines, usually violence directed against a person or group because they are women, BAME or not British, disabled, LGBT or elderly. We can try to explain it away, salve the pain with talk of diversity, integration, multiculturalism and everything inbetween, and the lily-livered and naysayers can try to excuse it by shouting about political correctness, yet the introduction of the Equalities Act 2010, (replacing Equal Pay Act 1970, Sex Discrimination Act 1975, Race Relations Act 1976, Disability Discrimination Act 1995, Employment Equality (Religion or Belief) Regulations 2003, Employment Equality (Sexual Orientation) Regulations 2003 and the Employment Equality (Age) Regulations 2006), has done little if anything to create an equal society. Laws alone simply aren’t enough, education from the very earliest years right through until higher education, employment and beyond has to grasp the nettle. Government has to not only talk about zero-tolerance of hate and the need for equality but has to be seen to be enacting the very word of the law and ensuring that all services, employers and organisations are committed to and working for equality.
I’ve seen and experienced inequality at work within the groups I ‘belong to’ as Other, being a gay man and disabled is frequently seen as mutually incompatible at worst or an exotic niche interest at best, racism and exoticism is common too for BAME LGBT+ people, and many lesbians are rightly vocal about the misogyny and exclusion they experience. Some have tried to explain it away to me as the hierarchy of oppression, the youthful body beautiful hedonism of the gay male community or the reflection of misogyny within wider society. I say hogwash. Anyone who has experienced prejudice or bigotry has to ensure they don’t perpetuate hate, indeed we all do. We have to talk and listen openly, learn, and treat each other with a bit more respect.
So there we are, I don’t have many answers but I am aware, I listen, learn, campaign and fight for full equality as Other and ally, and will carry on doing so for as long as I have to. Personally I believe that unless and until there is full equality for women and that 51% of the population are no longer seen as Other striving for wider equality will be a long, tough road. The Equal Pay Act and Sex Discrimination Act were two of the earliest pieces of equality legislation, women are the strong base on which society is built, to whom we entrust childcare and much of education, and yet somehow there is still a gender pay gap and women do not hold even a quarter of our Westminster seats, let alone parity with men across wider society. That has to be addressed and then other equality can genuinely become reality.
Phew, I have gone on. Yet I still feel Other, I will still be seen as Other and as a result I will feel apologetic, insecure and on occasions clinically depressed. And I know that I’m not the only one. I am thankful, truly thankful, to have a good group of friends to buoy me up and make me believe we will, one day, succeed. Society may never be perfect but it can be much better than it is. And it will be.