THE GAY LIBERATION FRONT,
THE GAY MEN'S HEALTH PROJECT CLINIC,
Perry Brass is a New York City activist and writer, a true catalyst.
Perry shaped our community and the public services offered to discouraged queers:
Was an early member of the Gay Liberation Front (GLF), the first gay liberation group formed as a result of the Stonewall Rebellion
Co-edited the GLF’s Come Out! Magazine
Co-founded the Gay Men's Health Project Clinic, the first clinic for gay men on the East Coast
The Gay Men’s Health Project Clinic encouraged safe sex 15 years prior to the AIDS pandemic and remains invaluable to HIV/AIDS prevention
Wrote one of the first plays that discussed AIDS
Has published 19 books which have won numerous awards
"The thing that prepared me for being gay was growing up Jewish and Southern. I describe myself as coming from a hybrid of four parts: I grew up Southern, Jewish, gay and impoverished. My father died when I was 11 years old and our family was just thrown into abject poverty. We ended up in a public housing project where we were the only Jewish family. I was constantly harassed and beaten up. I was a total outsider.
Growing up Jewish in the South was preparation for being part of another outsider group, gay. I was an outsider in the housing project, of course, because I was a Jew-queer, and I was an outsider to the Jewish community because, as I learned later, Jews don't move down to the South to not make money. The Jewish community in Savannah, Georgia was small. There were about one thousand Jewish families. Most people knew each other—they knew other parts of the community. The fact that we were impoverished meant that I was an outsider among them. However, I was also a very gifted child. In the sixth grade, I had a teacher who realized that I should be in a gifted kid program. So, in the seventh grade, I was put into this program for gifted kids and about half of the class was Jewish.
I was a small kid. Very often the other Jewish kids would protect me from the kids who bullied me—I was very grateful for that. They also understood how I was growing up in poverty. They were usually nice to me. So, that was very good.
The most difficult thing was growing up with my mother. My father died when I was 11. My mother was never able to work and I never quite understood this. She was prone to, I guess you would call them, fits of depression where she announced in the morning, “I’m feeling a little depressed today.” This meant she would end up going into these situations where for hours on end she would start screaming and throwing things and crying. I would have to kind of help her through these horrible periods.
My sister would just leave the house. My sister just couldn't take it. My sister is two years younger than I am. She and my mother had a terrible relationship with each other and my sister ended up leaving home at 14. She put herself, voluntarily, into a home for abandoned girls.
My mother had been this really beautiful woman. Both of my parents were very attractive. My father was a handsome guy with beautiful blue eyes and curly hair. He looked kind of like Cornel Wilde and my mother was a tall, Jewish woman who looked kind of like Bess Myerson, the first Jewish Miss America.
Coming from this background of two attractive parents, I didn't understand all the secrets going on in my family. Finally, years later, I realized what the secrets were. The secrets were that my mother was a closet lesbian who eventually came out. She never wanted to be married. She was basically forced into it by the mores of the South. She got married when she was 22 years old. I was born when she was 23. She was a closet lesbian and she was a paranoid schizophrenic. She was a violent schizophrenic. She had these secrets that she had to keep and they caused this huge tension and violence in her life.
I did not know about the last secret at all. I did not know that she had been diagnosed as schizophrenic until after her death. At her funeral, one of her brothers let that cat out the bag. Suddenly, I understood that she had been extremely disturbed. She was barely able to be a mother. Basically, from the age of about 12, I raised myself—my sister and I both raised ourselves and I learned how to think for myself and I became extremely independent. That was very helpful growing up gay in Georgia. I realized, certainly by the time I was 12, maybe by the time I was eight or nine, that there are two realities in the world. There is the reality of the world as it wants to appear and the reality of the world as it really is.
The world as it really was, in the South, was a world in which white people were way above black people and no queers existed. They were just these sorts of people you made fun of and hated—you learned to hate them.
I guess the turning point in my life in the South, certainly, was when I was 15. I tried to kill myself. My mother and I reached a point where we were at total war with each other and I knew that I was going to be gay."