In his speech, he paid tribute to liberation heroes like the late Simon Nkoli, a courageous black revolutionary and an out and proud gay man. In 2007, when I spent a year in Johannesburg, I heard the deputy chief justice of the Constitutional Court of South Africa, Dikgang Moseneke, address the Gay and Lesbian Film Festival. But it’s the one place on the continent - and one of the few places in the world - with a constitution that explicitly prohibits discrimination based on sexual orientation. South Africa is far from nirvana for lesbians and gay men: There’s certainly no shortage of homophobia within its borders. They can’t now disclaim responsibility for the bomb having been detonated. One of them, at the time of the conference, announced that these sorts of revelations were like a “nuclear bomb” that would eliminate the entire country of homosexuals.
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But by posing as experts who offered testimony about how gay men rape teenage boys and how homosexuals are plotting to destroy marriage and the family, they helped build an explosive device and light a fuse. They participated in the March conference that sparked the Anti-Homosexuality Act of 2009, though they insist they had no intention of inspiring legislation that calls for the death penalty for homosexuals. I thought about that preacher’s story - about the intensity of the pull he felt and also about his shame and self-revulsion - in the context of the three American anti-gay evangelical pastors who recently took their message to Uganda, and now seem shocked at the proposed law introduced in the wake of their visit. But he was also proud that he had so far stayed true to his theology by never acting on his desires. Here’s how he reconciled the two halves of his existence: He felt an irresistible need, he said, to occasionally be in a place like Simply Blue with other black gay Africans because it helped him feel less strange, and a little less lonely. He belonged to a sect that inveighed against homosexuality. One night at Simply Blue, I found myself in a long, confusing and infuriating conversation with an evangelical preacher from Soweto, who was the guide for a group of conservative, anti-gay white American evangelicals traveling around the country.
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He’d finally decided he couldn’t live to the end of his life without having the chance to express his truest self. I met an older fellow, a soft-spoken farmer from Uganda who’d raised his children before leaving his home, his wife and his country. There was a young Nigerian who lingered on the sidelines for weeks before inching out onto the dance floor, but then moved in an explosion of long-suppressed joy at finding himself dancing in public across from another man. There was the middle-aged man from Zimbabwe, formerly married, whose brother had plotted to have him killed because of the shame he’d brought to his family when he’d switched to dating men. Many of them literally had had the idea beaten into them that they were part of a cursed, despicable, tiny minority. You could always spot newcomers because they usually sat off to the side in the shadows, on broken-down couches, their eyes wide and jaws slack. To get to Simply Blue’s curved bar and large dance floor, patrons had to climb a long flight of stairs and go through a security pat-down. The very existence of the place posed an answer of sorts to the claim of homophobes that there was something un-African about being black and gay. The age range was wide, class lines were smudged, and there was a symphony of languages. The club was a collecting spot for Africa’s gay diaspora, and its patrons came from every part of the continent.
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It was always a revelation to spend an evening at Simply Blue. When word began to whip around the world that the Ugandan parliament would take up a bill making lesbian or gay sex a capital crime, my thoughts went first to a nightclub I frequented when I lived in Johannesburg, South Africa, a few years ago.