It becomes emotionally exhausting having to write about hate crimes against Latinos, having to read and rehash the disgusting details, and being reminded in very tangible ways of how far people will go to hurt someone who could easily be someone I care about. And here we go again.
On early Sunday morning Jose Sucuzhanay from Ecuador and his hermano Romel Sucuzhanay, were walking arm in arm in Bushwick, Brooklyn, just a block away from home, when a carload of men pulled up nearby. A man who got out of the car yelled anti-gay and anti-Latino epithets at the brothers, then broke a bottle over the 31-year-old man’s head.
His brother ran, and at least three other men who were in the car set upon the 31-year-old, beating him with a baseball bat and kicking him. The beating stopped when the brother returned, holding his cellphone, and told the attackers he had just called the police, the official said.
Jose is now on life support at Elmhurst Hospital in Queens and it looks like the family has had to make the heartbreaking choice of not letting Jose suffer anymore.
The hermanos were attacked and it looks like one will die because of what they appeared to be, because of how they were perceived. It doesn’t matter what their immigration status was or where they were from or if they were gay or not. They were attacked because they were read as Latino and gay.
My question is and always has been, every time something this horrific has happened over the past 11 or so years that I have been actively following hate crimes against Latinos, is how long are we as a community going to allow these incidents to be labeled as isolated? How many of our brothers and sister are we going to allow to get hurt and die before we go beyond mourning and shaking our heads. As long as we are unwilling to move beyond that and show that we will not have anymore mothers burying their children?