Call Me Kuchu

“[We want] to launch a vigorous crusade against all forms of homosexuality.”

Monday evening, I hung out with a friend, who told me about a documentary he’d been recently called Call Me Kuchu.

It’s about the struggle for gay rights in Uganda.


The word struggle somehow does not offer enough of an idea of what the LGBTQ community there, and their allies, are living in.

“There is no longer a debate in Uganda. We don’t recognize homosexuality as a human right here.”

In Uganda, despite the open aggression, hostility, and hatred towards gays, David Kato was brave enough to come out of the closet. This takes bravery regardless of your circumstances, but a viciously homophobic landscape doesn’t help. He was a teacher and activist for gay rights in his country, and ergo, around the world. During the making of this documentary, he was bludgeoned to death in his own home. A huge loss to the LGBTQ community, and all those who knew him, or fight against oppression of any kind. But the fight in Uganda goes on. More people are coming out, and are walking down David’s path.

Imagine being openly gay in a country where the majority of people would have you killed for it. The whole country. I haven’t even seen this film yet but I can’t stop thinking about it. The idea that such bravery exists in the world is equally shocking and inspiring.

Any time we let fear hold us back from standing up for our rights, or the rights of others- they’re really the same- we are actively insulting the people of this earth who are brave enough to fight for the safety and liberty of themselves, and those around them.

It’s a little odd to write that, because I know the Religious Right that opposes homosexuality does so from a strong conviction that it is a sin. From the soil of righteousness sprouts out violence and hatred. I’m not sympathising, but trying to understand how to prove to these people that what they’re defending goes against what at their most basic notions, god and religion are about- love.

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