The weekend - and the Supreme Court judgement

 


That was quite the weekend!  I went to see Postmodern Jukebox - my favourite band - at Cambridge Corn Exchange on Saturday night, and they were as amazing as they were last year when I saw them at the same venue. Think in terms of Bad Romance (Lady Gaga), Radioactive (Imagine Dragons), Heroes (David Bowie), All about that bass (Meghan Traynor), in swing/skiffle/jazz type arrangements and an incredible gospel/soul version of I still haven’t found what I’m looking for (U2).  My personal highlights of the evening were Radioactive and the incredible Demi Remick performing several tap dance routines.  It’s only when you see her do it that you realise just how physical tap is, and how much energy and stamina she must have. I applauded them until my hands were sore.  Like everyone else I could see, I was dancing in my seat and enjoying the sheer musicianship and the vocal virtuosity of the different singers fronting the band during the evening.

I stayed in Cambridge overnight, and would you believe it, the Botanic Garden was only a few minutes away from my hotel (and from the railway station, which was also handy).  I went mainly to explore the pinetum area, because I don’t know nearly enough about gymnosperms.  I marvelled at the height of the Sequoias and the Dawn redwood, and I had a good look at a Coastal redwood, which was a species I’d not come across before.  I marvelled at Spring colours and wildflowers, and I was intrigued to see woad growing for my first time ever.  There were Wollemi pine and a particular tree that beings back childhood memories for me, a Cedar of Lebanon.  I remember my teacher pointing one out to us on a school outing in my last term of primary school, just after we’d returned to the UK from an overseas posting.  I still have far more questions than answers about pines, cedars, cypresses, redwoods and I still need to learn to identify very many species… but hey, that gives me many things I can enjoy learning about!  They were around millions of years before flowering plants; the present is the key to the past, and tracing the fossil record back tells us about how and why they evolved and what environments they evolved in.  Botany and palaeobotany are not everyone’s cup of tea, but they are mine.  I don’t get out to many geological sites now, and I’m as fascinated by the life recorded in the rocks as I am by the rocks themselves.

But:  Less than a fortnight ago, the UK Supreme Court issued a judgement that in the specific context of in legislation aimed at increasing gender representation on public boards, the word ‘woman’ means ‘a biological woman’ (registered as a girl at birth) and that it specifically does not include transgender women who hold a Gender Recognition Certificate (GRC).  The Gender Recognition Act (2004) paved the way for the document in question and stated that someone holding one is recognised as a member of their affirmed sex for all legal purposes.  I wonder what happened to that?

What is truly frightening, though, is the speed that the judgement has been seized on, and the areas it has been deemed to cover to ban transgender people from toilets and, potentially, from other ‘sexed’ premises:  Late last Friday evening, the Equality and Human Rights Commission (EHRC) issued interim guidance that bans transgender people from the toilets both of our affirmed sex and, under some circumstances, from the toilets of our birth sex as well.  Unless somewhere has gender neutral facilities, we can no longer go there.  We are supposed, now, to use the disabled toilets (and yes, I did check the Corn Exchanges facilities on their website before I went to the gig).  Let me ask you, have you ever seen how people are judged when other people, queuing for gendered facilities, see them entering or leaving a disabled toilet?  If they’re not in a wheelchair of using a walker, they are judged.  If transgender people do start using them, anyone using them is likely to be though to be transgender; in the current atmosphere, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.  Additionally, if someone at work suddenly starts using a toilet on a different floor or in a different building, aren’t they effectively being forced to ‘out’ themselves?

The EHRC have also said that the NHS will be pursued if it does not follow new guidance on single-sex spaces [which will e.g. exclude transgender people from hospital wards of their affirmed sex.]  So, if no single room us available, a transgender teenaged girl will be forced to share a ward with men, and a bearded transgender man will be foisted onto a ward full of women…  Surely there is room for common sense and compassion?

The BBC (British Broadcasting Corporation), our national broadcaster, have said in the last few days that they are reviewing the policy whereby they use the “preferred” pronouns of transgender and non-binary people.  So, if anyone transgender makes the news, or is mentioned in an article on the BBC website, they will potentially be referred to by pronouns that no longer describe them.

I’m not going to talk about social media.  It’s a bin fire but for some people at least it can be avoided. By the way:  Bluesky and Mastodon are far more LGBT-friendly than certain other platforms.

Transgender people feel very strongly that we are under attack from all sides, and that a baying society wants to exclude us from life outside our own front doors.  We fear that the already horrific suicide rate among us will increase and that society – or certain sections of it – want us dead, detransitioned, deadnamed, out of public life and places, and completely demoralised.

I was going to end this post by saying: “You know what, though?  I’m going to carry on living my best life, the one the transphobes don’t want me to live."

I was going to.  That was until, earlier today, I was on a call where someone tearfully shared that their good friend, a transgender woman, has just taken her own life because of what is happening in the UK.

She. Took. Her. Own. Life.

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