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From Emanuel Xavier's Introduction in the reprint of Christ Like:

The main character of this novel is as melodramatic as people sometimes are in their teens and early twenties.  Mikey was, by all means, naive and thwarted emotionally.  He fell in love with a crack addict and eventually became a minor drug dealer and developed a bad habit himself. 

Mikey was not interested in politics or the world around him.  He came of age during Republican rule when Ronald Reagan was still President of the United States for eight years followed by George H. W. Bush.  Around him—AIDS had already changed the way people engaged in sex; terrorists began hijacking planes; The Space Shuttle Challenger exploded within minutes of take off; savings and loan institutions went bankrupt; white police officers were recorded beating a black motorist leading to racially charged riots; and The USSR dissolved into individual autonomous countries.  

Sometimes not caring is the only way to survive. 

In a perfect world, no child would ever have to experience coming of age with so much pain and conflict.  This does not justify Mikey’s actions or absolve him from his crimes but it should at least grant him the permission to be angry and tragic.

Writing Christ Like was a soul-searching experience.  Even while reading it over again for this reprint, I had to go back in time and realize how far I have come spiritually and emotionally. 

Those of us who have survived sexual abuse understand our own difficult journey into acceptance.  Without poverty, prejudice and struggle, there is already enough to overcome as individuals.

While I was out on the streets being ‘Mikey’, I did my best to find love and keep it alive in my heart.  In writing this novel, it was my hope that others could learn to forgive and love themselves whatever challenges they may have had to face while coming of age.  In reprinting Christ Like, it is my hope that we can also look back and laugh at ourselves.  We often put ourselves through so much shit but, in the end, we all deserve to find peace and happiness.

—Emanuel Xavier
May 2009

Woes of the Pharisees

Eventually, they all decided to get the same tattoos to signify their commitment to one another.  A two-inch letter X was inked in gothic letters, confined by two tribal lines running parallel around their left arms.  Dominick, venturing into the art of body piercing, now exhibited a silver hoop impaled into his left eyebrow.  Never a step behind, Damian showed up to The Sanctuary one night with a silver stud through his tongue.

Then there came the day when the whole New York City nightlife no longer intrigued them.  Their predictable evenings would leave them becoming more irritable and vindictive than ever after the drugs-and-boredom induced haze of the night.  They would scan the clubs for new faces, not the familiar ones, who would walk around wondering whether they had slept with one another.  The only battle left in their quickly fading lives was adjusting some stray wisps of hair in the bathroom mirrors. 

They traveled together into the outer boroughs on the prowl with the questing look of those desperate to find adventure.  Mikey, the outer borough gay club connoisseur, introduced them to Hatfield’s in Queens.  There, they terrorized everyone with bitchy comments, even resident drag diva Jessica Foxx.  They assaulted the guidos at Spectrum out in Bensonhurst and started riots in Long Island. 

Soon enough, their reign of terror stretched out as far as South Beach down in Florida where underneath the curious moon and stars, Damian finally questioned his belief in love. 

After a two-year relationship, Damian and Hector were no longer a couple.  Damian had been caught sleeping with one of their friends.  Hector, devastated and wounded, retired from the nightlife altogether, though he remained Father of the House of X.  Damian was still allowed to stay in the House of X but Hector scarcely tolerated him as a friend.

“I know I fucked up!”  Damian told Dominick and Mikey.

The three of them were sitting somewhere on an empty beach while Jorge was out getting laid.  The darkness, the solitude, the sand reminded Mikey of his nightmares and made him feel slightly uncomfortable.  The light from cigarettes and joints cast ominous shadows on their tanned bitter faces.  Damian’s sudden flash of vulnerability made him look even more strikingly handsome to Mikey.  Damian appeared almost human.  This moment bound for one of those memories Mikey would remember in future years.

“I never meant to hurt him!”  Damian continued, lost in his own thoughts while Mikey silently listened to the crashing waves.

“Two men should be able to have sex with other people without loving each other any less,” Dominick suggested while staring morosely out into the ocean.  “Why are gay couples trying so hard to be like breeders?  Even they can’t stick to monogamy with the right to marry and kids.”

The silence that followed seemed long enough to shatter.  Mikey looked up at him with uncertainty—baffled, irritated, depressed.

“You know it’s really hard to have a one-on-one relationship with someone when you can’t sleep with other people!”  Damian thought aloud.

“That’s not a relationship!”  Mikey flared up like an ignited match. 

At that moment, Mikey hated the selfishness of his friends.  Unwillingly, he forced out a chuckle to evade the stunned pause that followed his sudden outburst.

“Love is something special shared between two people, not a party of five!”  Mikey found himself saying, wondering if his vulnerability was not his own worst enemy.  He was surprised at his own statement.

Their silence was profound.

“I hear ya mama!  I once believed in love too!”  Dominick jumped in.  “But when you’ve been hurt over and over again you just can’t help but become bitter and jaded.”

Mikey brightened, discovering an unintended hint of Dominick’s lingering love for Frankie and possibly even Damian.

“Now here!”  Dominick handed Mikey a joint, “Smoke this and you’ll feel much betta!”

Mikey reluctantly took his advice, allowing himself to relax so that the conversation would continue. 

“At first, I was just using Hector to get into the House of X,” Damian admitted.  “I learned to love him but I guess I was never really ‘in love’ with him.  I kept telling him that I wanted an open relationship because I wasn’t sure I was ready to settle down with him but every time I brought up the subject, he would shut me up and buy some expensive gift.  Hector always treated me like I was some stupid kid and never really wanted to listen to anything I had to say.  I might’ve used him at first but he used me too.  I was like his trophy wife.  I was supposed to look great by his side all the time but never think for myself.”

“Why’d you stay with him?”  Mikey asked.

“I don’t know.  Why’d you stay with Jorge?”

“I was only with Jorge for several months not several years and I never cheated on him!”  Mikey said defensively.  “I never moved in with him either!  But I guess I know where you’re coming from.  I thought I would eventually fall in love with him too.  It just never happened.”

They sat in silence, listening to the crashing waves while smoking more weed before Damian continued.

“I never meant to hurt him!”  Damian started to cry much to the shock of his friends.  “I kind of liked the fact that he tried to daddy me.  I never met my real father, you know?  But it’s really hard for me to get that close to anyone.  I always end up finding some way to fuck it all up!”

With these tears, Mikey realized how much he had in common with them.  The conversations continued to unfold throughout the course of the night with more curious reactions and revelations as the marijuana thinned their minds.  The waves created a soft breeze adding to this rare bonding moment.

© 2009 Emanuel Xavier
 

May 30, 2009 - Saturday 
from El Diario La Prensa (NY's largest Spanish newspaper)
http://www.impre.com/eldiariony/opinion/2009/5/23/a-shameful-denial-of-rights-126198-1.html

When a husband or wife is hospitalized, a spouse deserves the right to be informed of their health status and be consulted for any life or death decisions. Spouses also have the legal right to have a say about shared property, the well being of their children and a host of other issues critical to their lives together.

These are only a few of the legal rights that heterosexual, married couples benefit from and take for granted, But gay and lesbian couples –who also share their lives and raise families together – are denied these fundamental legal protections.

A legal marriage is not merely symbolic. There are 1,138 rights and responsibilities that are given to married couples by the federal government, according to the Empire State Pride Agenda. Another 1,324 rights and responsibilities come from New York State government—but these rights come only with a legally-sanctioned marriage license.

To deny same sex couples the right to get married, is to deny them basic legal rights.

A legal marriage is not the same thing as a religious union. The right to a legal marriage by same sex couples does not infringe on any religious freedoms. No religion or congregation need recognize or consecrate a union that runs against their beliefs. No customs or religious practices need change. None.

Yet, conservative religious and political groups continue to stoke irrational fears. Legislation that would allow same-sex marriage is caught up in politics in Albany, where some legislators are worried about political blowback for supporting this measure.

We call on these legislators to muster the courage to do the right thing. New York needs a fair law to protect same sex couples and families that have been shamefully marginalized for far too long.


Taken from one of my favorite sites, http://blabbeando.blogspot.com/
May 28, 2009 - Thursday 

In 1999, the only feathers in my cap were a self-published poetry collection appropriately titled, Pier Queen, and some notoriety as an underground New York City based slam poet.

   I had been working on a novel but despite featured spoken word performances opening up for notable literary figures; people were more interested in the slam aspect of my poetry. 

   One of the first few authors who actually believed in me and deserves major props was gay Colombian writer, Jaime Manrique.  He introduced me to Bill Sullivan, who was starting Painted Leaf Press, a small independent publishing company that offered me the opportunity to publish the novel.

   Excitedly, I handed in the manuscript with no concept whatsoever of the editing process and relied heavily on Painted Leaf Press.  The book was soon published and, only a few months later, the company filed for bankruptcy and went out of business.  Christ Like has been out of print ever since.   

   I had been sucker punched but continued to focus on my work as a poet and eventually published my first poetry collection and went on to put together and edit other poetry anthologies.  I tried never to look back and forget my failed attempt at being an author.

   Interestingly enough, some of those who read the initial publication liked something about it.  They did not criticize me for being uneducated and inexperienced as a writer or mocked my humble beginnings as a slam poet.  The original version was even a finalist in a small category for a Lambda Literary Award.

   Throughout the past decade, I have come across fans who have told me the novel really meant something to them and they were not just trying to mack[1] on me.  Perhaps because it was the typical story of a journey to self-acceptance but told through the eyes of that rare mythological creature which sometimes appears in literature- the urban gay Latino. 

   Enter Rebel Satori Press.  The possible reprint of this book was in limbo thanks to the collapse of our economy.  As soon as the publication rights were back on the table, they swooped in and made this happen.

   Much like the main character of this novel, Christ Like got a second chance.  With that, as the author, I had certain decisions to make besides coming up with this introduction. 

   The most important and necessary edits, besides the spelling and grammar corrections, were the proper use of pronouns to refer to drag and transgender characters throughout the novel.  I also admit the original ending was regrettably trite but I have been known to “flare disappointment like a challenge dance” and I grew up watching telenovelas. 

   The other bonus feature I wanted to add (as you may have noticed from the bottom of the page) is footnotes.  With so much slang used throughout the novel, I thought these would be fun additions that would help the general reader get through the book.  However, the Spanish dialogue does not get the pop-up-video treatment as much of it uses a Nuyorican[2] slang specific to that part of Latino culture (and I also wanted to be a bit of a hard ass).

   With the opportunity to tighten up the novel, I have made it a bit more of a memoir, though it remains a fiction novel.  It was never a secret that I was the real Mikey X.  Names have been changed and situations have been exaggerated but, without the unnecessary Hollywood ending, what is left is the story of my life before becoming a writer.  I have watched many an author rise and fall for fabricating their lives and learned that, though I was not the best of writers, I actually had a genuine story to tell. 

   The main character of this novel is as melodramatic as people sometimes are in their teens and early twenties.  Mikey was, by all means, naive and thwarted emotionally.  He fell in love with a crack addict and eventually became a minor drug dealer and developed a bad habit himself. 

   Mikey was not interested in politics or the world around him.  He came of age during Republican rule when Ronald Reagan was still President of the United States for eight years followed by George H. W. Bush.  Around him- AIDS had already changed the way people engaged in sex; terrorists began hijacking planes; The Space Shuttle Challenger exploded within minutes of take off; savings and loan institutions went bankrupt; white police officers were recorded beating a black motorist leading to racially charged riots; and The USSR dissolved into individual autonomous countries.  

   Sometimes not caring is the only way to survive.  The most important thing for Mikey during this time was joining the House of X. 

   The House of X as portrayed in this novel was a group that emerged as a way of finding acceptance and community for a young adult estranged from his family.  However, because of some of the characters within the House that Mikey associated with, it also supported and reinforced his descent into decadence. 

   In a perfect world, no child would ever have to experience coming of age with so much pain and conflict.  This does not justify Mikey’s actions or absolve him from his crimes but it should at least grant him the permission to be angry and tragic.

   Writing Christ Like was a soul-searching experience.  Even while reading it over again for this reprint, I had to go back in time and realize how far I have come spiritually and emotionally. 

   Those of us who have survived sexual abuse understand our own difficult journey into acceptance.  Without poverty, prejudice and struggle, there is already enough to overcome as individuals.

   While I was out on the streets being ‘Mikey’, I did my best to find love and keep it alive in my heart.  In writing this novel, it was my hope that others could learn to forgive and love themselves whatever challenges they may have had to face while coming of age.  In reprinting Christ Like, it is my hope that we can also look back and laugh at ourselves.  We often put ourselves through so much shit but, in the end, we all deserve to find peace and happiness.

-Emanuel Xavier

May 2009


[1] The art of seduction or flirtation for the purpose of sex.

[2] A blending of the New York City and Puerto Rican diaspora.

 

May 19, 2009 - Tuesday 


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Octavia_St._Laurent

I've been so caught up somewhere between the release of Christ Like and switching rooms in my apartment that I didn't get to post this until now.  Part of it was also wanting a confirmation before writing someone off due to rumors.

Octavia St. Laurent (featured in both documentaries Paris Is Burning and How Do I Look) passed away on Sunday, May 17th, 2009.  I am not fully informed as to the exact nature of her passing but everyone who knew her was aware of her long battle with AIDS and her continuous efforts to bring attention to this disease. 

Octavia and I both worked with director Wolfgang Busch on How Do I Look and her dreams and ambitions will remain on film to inspire future generations.  We kept in touch via MySpace and I will always remember her as genuinely sweet and beautiful.  She was a true icon and a legend in the ballroom scene who always remained charming and sincere.

It seems everytime another important figure from the House community succumbs,  the words of the poem "Legendary" become that much more significant to me.  Octavia- may you rest in peace and thank you for all you have given us.

LEGENDARY

by Emanuel Xavier


There are Gods amongst us in these ghettos

so black, so fierce,

so brown, so beautiful,

Their time on earth may be as oppressive as ignorance

limited to the demons flowing in their blood

but after safely passing over back to the clouds

the wind will still carry their auras and prophecies

their bones will still beat drums for their children to dance

the phoenix will still rise from the flames of Paris with hope in womb

 

There are Gods amongst us in these ghettos

so brown, so fierce,

so black, so beautiful,

If you spend too much time caught up in yourself

You just might miss Him that is goddess,

She that is god, they that are legends

Working the runway as if walking on water

Reaching the stage to that promised land

where 'peace' is not ridiculed and the only war worth fighting for

is protecting your child from the terrorist acts of a mainstream America

where 'reading' is an act of learning

not degrading words used to disguise fragility and fractured dreams

where 'shade' is a shadow you walk in to avoid the light

but who wants to stay out of the warmth of the sun?

 

If you waste your time trying to be a false prophet

robed in attitude and labels to obscure the insecurity

you may fail to recognize their divinity and miracles

parting the crowds, resurrecting from the floor,

scoring tens of commandments,

because trophies will not feed the hungry,

coat the homeless, hide the scars,

Grand Prizes will not bring Lazarus or LaBeija back from the dead

they will just sit in your closet, fake idols gathering dust,

before the gold paint chips away

You cannot sell them for freedom

You cannot trade them in for love

 

There are Gods amongst us in these ghettos

so black, so fierce,

so black, so beautiful,

so brown, so fierce,

so brown, so beautiful,

Watch them carefully and say your prayers as they enter the ballroom

angel wing feathers decorating skin

recrafted over silicone and martyred colors

See the Gods dream, see the Gods give, see the Gods live,

They exist in the spaces where white

is not the only hue that represents purity

They will not battle to your rhythms and beats

click, spin and dip simply for amusement

They will not teach those who share their souls and names to hate

Their heartbeats are louder than the blaring speakers

 

You want realness . . . look at your hands

are they red from the revolution or from the blood of your own sisters

 

There are Gods amongst us in these ghettos

so black, so brown, so fierce, so beautiful,

so bright

Look up towards the heavens and pray

then look at yourself in the mirror and say

'Stars are not only found out in the sky but in ourselves'

 

Copyright 2005 by Emanuel Xavier for Suspect Thoughts Press.

All rights reserved. 

Taken from Bullets & Butterflies: queer spoken word poetry.

 

May 16, 2009 - Saturday 

CHRIST LIKE : TENTH ANNIVERSARY REVISED EDITION

a novel by Emanuel Xavier

Rebel Satori Press, 978-0979083853, $16.95 


OFFICIALLY RELEASED JUNE 1,2009

ADVANCED COPIES AVAILABLE NOW EXCLUSIVELY ON AMAZON.COM

(make sure to order the 2009 edition with cover as featured)

AMAZON.COM- CHRIST LIKE: TENTH ANNIVERSARY REVISED EDITION


About Christ Like:


Mikey is a spirited but self-destructive survivor of sexual abuse, a gay Latino native New Yorker caught somewhere between Catholic guilt and club kid decadence looking to fit in as part of a family. Instead, Mikey delves into a demimonde of petty thieves, prostitutes, and pushers. Haunted by a father that Mikey has never met, a difficult childhood, recurring nightmares, the reality of death, and Christ, the story unfolds through the ‘80’s and ‘90’s following him on his journey through a fascinating world filled with Santeros, transsexuals and voguing queens.

 
Praise for Christ Like:

 
Christ Like is the harrowing first novel by Emanuel Xavier.  When it was first published ten years ago, it announced the arrival of a unique and important new voice among both gay and Latino/a writers.  Ten years later, the novel retains its compelling power as it takes the reader on a jagged journey though the New York club scene; in theme and naked urgency, it may be justly compared to Dancer from the Dance and Last Exit to Brooklyn, but its heartbeat is puro latino.”

-Michael Nava, author of The Little Death and Rag and Bone

 
"The emotional honesty of Emanuel Xavier’s writing grabs and holds you like a vice.  For more than a decade, Xavier has been an essential voice for an urban, queer aesthetic that has much to teach the world about creativity, resilience, and unflinching love.  In re-issuing this rare work, he has given us all a gift.”

-Kai Wright, author of Drifting Toward love 

 
“An open hearted novel from the soul of New York City.  From the Valencia Bakery to Club Escuelita, a first generation American is forced to the edge by other people's prejudices.  There he finds love, hate, pleasure, and danger with a wide array of men whose lives are never recorded in American literature.  This novel will not come out of an MFA program or be optioned for HBO because of the censorship of experience in our current arts and entertainment industry.  But its story of people valued, thrown-away, losing, and surviving is central to understanding who we are and where we live.  All of us.”

-Sarah Schulman


About Emanuel Xavier:

 
Emanuel Xavier is the author of the poetry collection Americano, editor of Bullets & Butterflies: queer spoken word poetry, and Mariposas: A Modern Anthology of Queer Latino Poetry, and his work has appeared in the James White Review, Genre and Best Gay Erotica. Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, he lives in Bushwick and continues to work as a spoken word poet.

 

April 13, 2009 - Monday 
Mariposas: A Modern Anthology of Queer Latino Poetry

Bullets & Butterflies: queer spoken word poetry

Americano

Seriously? The above poetry collections have been labeled 'adult books' by Amazon.com. and their sales rankings have been removed. I could ALMOST understand Best Gay Erotica 2008 and possibly the forthcoming revised edition of Christ Like (um, not really!) but who is making these 'adult' decisions?


http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/jacketcopy/2009/04/amazon-deranks-gayfriendly-books-the-twitterverse-notices.html

http://jezebel.com/5209088/why-is-amazon-removing-the-sales-rankings-from-gay-lesbian-books
 
April 8, 2009 - Wednesday 
March 11, 2009 - Wednesday 
When I first arrived, I was greeted by a school covered in scaffolding which made it appear more like a prison. The entrance was not that much more welcoming as I had to go through a metal detector.

However, once inside, I recognized the hallways and even one teacher who must be doing life sentence. John Parkinson, the current Student Association adviser greeted me and brought me up to the third floor music room, which I had requested instead of the large auditorium. I later mentioned that this used to be my homeroom and didn't understand why the students looked puzzled. Apparently, they did away with homeroom classes back in 1992.

The students had designed an awesome welcome sign and presented me with a gift bag with a Grover Cleveland High School sweater, several other cool Cleveland memorabilia items, and those Linden's Chocolate Chip cookies I forgot I used to love.

About 70 students attended from several English and Journalism classes and the Gay-Straight Alliance. I opened up with my poem 'Bushwick Bohemia' to much enthusiasm. I soon realized, except for the few GSA members, that most of the students thought I was simply invited as a modern day spoken word poet. One student even asked what gang I belonged to back in the day. He didn't catch on when I said, "Well, I wasn't a guido and I wasn't a headbanger!"

Once I outed myself in a prepared speech and acknowledged Live Out Loud's Homecoming Project, you could feel the room slightly shift. I went on to read two more politically charged queer specific poems and the questions started rolling in but everyone remained appreciative.

That same student asked several more questions and though, at first he seemed coerced by his friends to be a hard ass, he actually asked some great stuff and appeared to have newfound respect. What seemed like a challenge at first became an important lesson in embracing diversity and creating dialogue about hate and prejudice.

The students were amazing and it felt like an incredible opportunity to discuss our similarities and differences. Not to mention reaching other students who may be questioning their sexuality or coming to terms with their individuality.

Afterward, I met the assistant principal who was thrilled that the event was such a huge success and I thanked them for inviting me to speak to the students and creating the newly founded Gay-Straight Alliance. I told her I only wished somebody had been invited to speak to us back when I was in high school. Maybe I would not have been as self-destructive if somebody had encouraged me to express my anger creatively and told me it was okay to be myself.

The best part was finding out they still held the annual Winter Festival which I created about twenty years ago. Even then, I was trying to bring different people together to celebrate diversity.

Thanks to John Parkinson, Aartie Manansingh, Leo Preziosi and all the wonderful students at Grover Cleveland High School for making this such a great and memorable experience.

And to those current Grover Cleveland High School students who looked me up on Facebook and Myspace, thank you for listening and never be afraid to be yourselves and love ;)

-emanuel xavier



 









March 4, 2009 - Wednesday 
from The Daily News by Erin Durkin

He has been called a monstrous murderer, filled with bias and hate, but in a jailhouse interview on Sunday, Keith Phoenix blamed his Latino victim - and insisted he has nothing against gays.

"I'm not a killer. I never expected anyone to die," said Phoenix, who claims Jose Sucuzhanay, the Ecuadoran immigrant he admits beating with a bat, had a gun.

"I had to protect myself," he said, sitting in a visiting room on Rikers Island, where he is being held on charges of second-degree murder as a hate crime.

Dressed in a tattered gray prison jumpsuit, Phoenix told a story that varies wildly from the account given by cops, community leaders and the victim's brother.

Phoenix, 28, says Sucuzhanay, 31, and his brother Romel, 38, stepped in front of his SUV on that fateful Dec. 8 morning - and when he blew his horn, Jose kicked the vehicle and the brothers let out a stream of curses. He said he got out to confront them.

"I saw the handle of a gun," Phoenix said matter-of-factly. "He was reaching for a gun."

So he grabbed a bat from the SUV and struck Jose four times, he said, and hit him twice more when he thought he was reaching for the gun again.

Phoenix, a paroled robber, swore he had no idea he killed a man until cops told him.

"Dead? Dead? If I knew he was dead I would have been going crazy," he said. "I have remorse for the death."

He denied police accounts that he callously blurted, "So I killed someone - that makes me a bad guy?" when nabbed.

Police and the Sucuzhanay family scoffed at the account.

What he said is "insulting to the victims," railed family lawyer Jose Arrufat Gracia.

"His statements are contrary to the facts. Neither brother had a weapon," Deputy Police Commissioner Paul Browne said.

Cops say he got out of his SUV spewing anti-gay and anti-Hispanic epithets.

Phoenix, whose lawyer also claimed his client was acting in self-defense, said he was stung by allegations he targeted the brothers because he thought they were gay. "I'm not a hateful person," he said. "I have nothing against gay people." He also said he is part Hispanic.

Asked about surveillance video that shows him laughing 20 minutes after the attack, he said he was bantering with a toll clerk.

"I feel like they're closing the casket on me ... because of something I had no control over," he said. "I looked at it as just a street fight that went bad."
March 1, 2009 - Sunday 

When murder suspect Keith Phoenix confessed to the hate crime slaying of Jose Sucuzhanay, his shocking first words to cops were: "So I killed somebody - that makes me a bad guy?"

Phoenix give a full confession - but showed no guilt - for the deadly beating he and his pal gave Sucuzhanay, 31, mistakenly thinking the immigrant was gay because he was walking arm-in-arm with his brother Dec. 7.

Phoenix was caught on surveillance video laughing just 19 minutes after the murder.

Phoenix's partner in the crime, Hakim Scott, 25, was caught earlier this week and expressed some remorse, Police Commissioner Raymond Kelly said.

"He felt bad and was glad to finally get it off his chest," Kelly said.

But the 28-year-old Phoenix, who continued to wielded the bat even as Sucuzhanay lay twitching on the ground, felt no guilt, police said.

"No remorse whatsoever," Kelly said.

Sucuzhanay's relatives said they were relieved by the arrests.

"The cops just called and told me they caught the second man," said the victim's younger brother, Diego Sucuzhanay. "He is the one who was the real attacker - who beat my brother with the bat.

"I saw the video of him, laughing. It is a great relief to know this person is behind bars because he would continue to commit crimes. Now there will be no more victims."

Phoenix was hiding in the Yonkers apartment of a woman who had once run a group home where Phoenix's girlfriend lived.

NYPD detectives - as many as 30 from Brooklyn North, Hate Crimes Task Force, and the NYPD's Bronx apprehension unit - had been working the case since a taxi driver jotted down a license plate of the fleeing attackers' SUV.

Investigators staked out Phoenix's friends and family across the Bronx, Manhattan and Connecticut.

One of these stakeouts paid off when someone told cops Phoenix may be holed up in the Yonkers apartment.

Phoenix, an unemployed ex-con, had spent much of the time since the murder playing video games, police sources said.

"We have to be on guard. We can not stay silent when people are attacked because of their sexual orientation or their race, their gender or whatever it is," said Brooklyn District Attorney Charles Hynes.

"Clearly, these young men were attacked because these people, these cretins, thought they were gay and it makes it no less despicable that they weren't gay."

February 28, 2009 - Saturday 
February 26, 2009 - Thursday 
February 9, 2009 - Monday 
by Roni Caryn Rabin for The New York Times

A small survey of young black men from the South who tested positive for HIV in their teens and early 20s found that most had engaged in risky sexual behaviors but thought it unlikely they would be infected, according to the federal Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.

More than half of the 29 gay or bisexual men surveyed said they had engaged in unprotected anal sex in the year before they were infected and had had sex with slightly older men, the survey found. Both are risky behaviors, yet the vast majority of the young men said they had not thought that they would ever be infected.

Young black gay and bisexual men are becoming infected with H.I.V. at alarming rates, particularly in the South, and health officials are trying to analyze their risk factors in order to refine education and intervention
strategies.

“We need to make sure that H.I.V. infection does not become a rite of passage for young black men who have sex with men,” said Dr. Alexandra Oster, one of the authors of the survey published last week in the agency’s Morbidity and Mortality Weekly Report.

After the Mississippi State Department of Health notified the C.D.C. in late 2007 that the number of new H.I.V. diagnoses had spiked at a sexually transmitted disease clinic serving Jackson, Miss., the agencies teamed up to do the survey. The number of newly diagnosed H.I.V. cases among all black men in the Jackson area had increased 20 percent between 2004-2005 and 2006-2007, but infections among those ages 17 to 25 had jumped 45 percent.

The agencies surveyed 29 black men ages 17 to 25 who had tested positive for H.I.V. between 2006 and 2008 and who reported having sex with other men. Twenty reported having unprotected anal intercourse with a man during the year before their positive H.I.V. tests, and 16 reported having male sex partners who were 26 or older.

Having older sex partners increases the risk of infection because older men are more likely than younger men to be infected.

Only three of the 29 men thought it likely they would acquire H.I.V. during their lifetime. More than half thought it unlikely or very unlikely, the survey found.

Health officials were particularly concerned about the lack of routine H.I.V. testing in this group of young men. Six of the men had not had a single H.I.V. test in the two years prior to testing positive, and five had had only one test in the two years before the positive result, the survey found.

“These men may have taken what they believed were reasonable steps to reduce their risk, but unfortunately the rates of H.I.V. infection are so high in this population that sometimes people have partners who are H.I.V. positive and do not know it,” said Richard Wolitski, director of the C.D.C.’s division of H.I.V./AIDS Prevention.

Sexually active men who have sex with men should be tested at least once a year, C.D.C. officials say.