I want to dedicate this article to Cloe, yet another transphobia victim. Cloe Bianco is a woman who took her own life a few days ago, on 10th June, right in Pride Month.
“Today my free death, so everything ends of what concerns me. Immediately after the publication of this statement I will put in place my autochiria, even more definable as my free death”. This was her last message. She was found in Belluno in her camper van that she set on fire.
Cloe was a transgender woman, she used to work in a school, taught physics and loved her job. When she decided to came out, she was removed from her role as a teacher and sent to the office. Yes, suddenly her behaviour was deemed not responsible and incorrect. Even her outfits were not good, no skirt, it’s not appropriate.
Cloe also had a blog where she took out all her thoughts.
“I am ugly, definitely ugly, I am a transgender woman. I am an offence to my gender, an offence to the female gender.”
How could she get to think these things about herself? How bad and how much pain must she have suffered to get to pronounce certain words and to perform such an extreme gesture?
Oh no. Too easy to call it suicide to clear the conscience and exonerate anyone from all guilt. The reality is that this is not a suicide but it’s a real murder, committed by all the people who have not respected this woman. All the people who despised her, insulted her, discriminated her until she lost her will to live. All non-existent laws that could not protect her from the pettiness of human being.
But discrimination does not end, even after her death, as if that were not enough. We read newspaper articles that report shameful titles, without any respect: “To the professor who called himself Cloe”, “Cloe the trans professor in skirt and heels” and again “To the professor that became Cloe”, using the wrong pronouns referring to her.
Why is it so hard to respect a person?
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