I Fucking Love You Larry Kramer (1935-2020)
By Riem Higazi
Larry Kramer was fucking fantastic.
He was and wanted to be a writer. An Oscar-nominated screenwriter for "Women in Love, a playwright, a novelist. His writing accomplishments and the impact of his written word are extraordinary in themselves but what will forever put Larry Kramer in the stratosphere of true humanitarian (for lack of a better word) sainthood was his unwavering, unapologetic, stead-fast determination to absolutely never take any fucking bullshit from anyone.
When he noticed his friends falling ill and dying back in the early eighties, he recognised the beginnings of a plague and decided to do something about it.
And he fucking did.
He had to fight every single step of the way towards even getting people in power to SAY the word AIDS. He had to fucking fight for people in power, people who could mobilise money and awareness and research and medication, to recognise the worth in all human lives. He had to fucking fight bigotry, elitism, racism, antisemitism, apathy, ignorance, he had to even fucking fight the organisations he founded when they turned on him or distanced themselves from his radical in-your-face activism.
Larry Kramer is the single person most responsible for the medication my friends take to live with HIV. TO LIVE WITH HIV. TO FUCKING LIVE WITH HIV. In 1985, when I was 15, writing the words ‘to live with HIV’ would have seemed dystopian and almost cruel in its impossible hopefulness.
Larry Kramer made those words a miracle that happened.
Larry Kramer was fucking angry and his profane anger made him beautiful to me and it inspired the human rights activist in me and was the springboard from which my status as lifelong straight ally to all LGBTQI communities across the world has sprung.
Thank you Larry Kramer. Fucking thank you you fucking gorgeous filthy funny fucking phenomenon of a man.
Publiziert am 28.05.2020