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August 8, 2013: A report submitted to the newsletter department of the World OutGames
2013 event in Antwerp, Belgium.
At great personal expense and sacrifice, I registered
for participation in the archery competition and traveled to Antwerp to participate
in the third World OutGames. I disclosed prior to my travel that I have the disability
of high-functioning autism and, after asking whether it would be okay, that I would
be participating in the ritual garb of my ministerial alter-ego, Sister Who (www.SisterWho.com).
At accreditation, I specifically asked whether there was any place to practice prior
to the competition and I was specifically told that a single practice session would
occur on Saturday, August 3, from 2-4:30 p.m. at the same location at which the competition
would begin the following Tuesday morning. I spent the usual three hours of preparation
on Saturday morning, attiring myself in my ritual garb and applying the face-paint
which is a primary component of that appearance. I asked my hosts (with whom I had
been matched by the hosted housing program of WOGA 2013) whether there would be any
problem carrying my bow to the practice session and their opinion was that there
would not be any problem. One of my hosts provided a ride in his car to the north
sport-park location and I began searching for the archery practice session. No one
I encountered, however, knew where the address provided by WOGA 2013 was located.
Through all of this searching for the address provided, my bow was unstrung and
my arrows were locked within a case. Suddenly I was surrounded by six police officers
who demanded to know who I was, what I was doing there, and so forth. I informed
them that I was an archery participant of the World OutGames looking for the practice
session I had been told would occur somewhere nearby. They said they had not heard
anything about the World OutGames and were hesitant to believe that any such event
existed. For approximately an hour they surrounded me, speaking only in Dutch and
providing very little explanation in English. How I managed to avoid experiencing
an autistic melt-down, I simply don't know, considering how frightening this entire
situation was. Finally they said they would take me to the address identified as
the location of the archery competition (which turned out to be either an incorrect
or completely inaccurate address), then to the location of the opening ceremonies
so that they could confirm that the World OutGames was in fact a real event, and
finally they would take me back to where I was staying, because they could not tolerate
me traveling around Antwerp with a bow that was not completely concealed (in which
case, it would have been indistinguishable from someone carrying a rifle or other
long gun). Sitting in the back of a police vehicle when we arrived at the Opening
Ceremonies location, they were able to locate a WOGA 2013 official who spoke to them
in Dutch and failed to reassure or even acknowledge me at all. Finally I was transported
back to the place where I was staying. I left my bow and arrows there and traveled
in ritual garb to the Rainbow Village area and then to the Opening Ceremonies, trying
to refocus myself mentally and emotionally on more positive things than this terrifying
experience. When I finally arrived back at my hosted housing location, however,
I discovered that the whole incident with the police was being broadcast within local
evening news and that the news report included the opinion that appearing in public
places while wearing face-paint was absolutely not allowed (which is not what I was
told by the police). At that point, I found that I had been so traumatized by the
afternoon experience that I was too frightened to leave the building at all for the
next two days. I also realized that I would not have sufficient concentration to
participate in the archery competition. Consequently, at great additional expense
and because I no longer felt safe anywhere in Belgium, I changed my plane ticket
so that I could return to the US as soon as possible (which turned out to be Tuesday
morning; by the time the competition started, I was already at the airport). Because
I did not actually participate in the competition, I left the participation medal
behind. I do not expect to ever travel to Belgium again. Clearly Antwerp is not
the diversity-tolerant and artistically supportive city it claims to be. I am very
glad to be home again, but I suspect it will be a very long time until I finish paying
for my travel to Belgium. Until then, it will not really be over, but rather will
linger in my memory like a nightmare that refuses to end. Sincerely, Rev. Denver
NeVaar, MTS a/k/a Sister Who (www.SisterWho.com; www.DenverNeVaar.info)
August 25, 2013: As Stones in the Stream
Mottled and misshapen, unmoving and
unmoved for longer than any remembers, yet in awareness forever growing and accumulating
more memories than any single moment can hold--an entire lifetime is necessary. In
a long ago time, the stone lay in a field, surrounded by flowers with occasional
attempts by vines to scale its modest height. Then a particularly harsh winter fading
to spring floods reshaped the land and the water found a new course. Now the tiny
trickle had grown to a steady stream; more abundant in spring, of course, but persisting
even through hot and dry late summer, carrying the snow of distant mountains toward
even more distant oceans. No matter how turbulent and forceful the currents, however,
the stone remained peaceful and unmoved, responding to the assault by giving the
stream its song. Indeed, without the stone, the stream would have no voice at all.
How absurd, therefore, the people passing by, presuming what they could make of
the stone, without considering for even a moment what it already possessed. "This
could be an ornament in my garden!" one exclaimed. "But then how would I continue
to give song to the stream," the stone thought to itself. "This could be used in
the construction of my house!" another suggested, caring not that this could also
make the stone invisible and incapable of any other contribution. "This could be
broken into a thousand small pieces to be polished and incorporated into jewelry!"
yet another proposed, failing to see the beauty that was already present, even as
the stone provided a step by which the river could be safely crossed. Yet the greatest
wonder that persisted, as the human and natural worlds churned all around, was the
perfect peace which the stone maintained--as long as to its own self, it remained
true. How I envy that integrity and aspire to do as well.