September 14, 2022September 26, 2022 3min readBy Juanita D.
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The 74th Emmys commenced and produced winners Sheryl Lee Ralph, Zendaya and Julia Garner among others. It was an epic night as this year’s Emmys highlighted multiple first-time winners.
As a room full of journalists waited virtually backstage eager to question each winner, the feeling of excitement came closer and closer as each category with a desi nomination was announced.
While many at home grabbed popcorn, oohed and aahed at celebrity outfits, the Brown community couldn’t help but say damnnn when the program concluded and we realized—not one South Asian nominee won.
But all is not lost. Buzzworthy is the fact that four South Asians, not one or two –but four received Emmy nominations in various categories. Across the sea of potential nominees were the four brown faces of actors and activists who represent the first in many notable categories.
Tan France: Best Host for a Reality or Competition Program
Tan France whose real name is Tanveer Safdar, is the first openly LGBTQ+ South Asian man on television. Tan grew up in South Yorkshire, England in a strict Pakistani household. In 2018, Netflix rebooted the Emmy-winning hit series “Queer Eye,” and cast Tan who instantly became a fan favorite. Known for his larger-than-life personality, Tan is one of the most sought-after fashion experts and personal stylists in the world. Tan is married to his longtime beau, Rob France and welcomed a baby boy in July 2021.
Indian-British actor Himesh Patel was nominated for his role in HBO’s “Station Eleven.” Ironically the show which premiered in Dec 2021, is set during a pandemic. Patel plays Jeevan Chaudhary, a paparazzo who is forced to be the town doctor who is constantly battling the residual effects of a post-pandemic city. Most relatable is that it shows Patel’s experiences living in a pandemic-ridden world.
Patel’s rise to fame came as a result of his character of Tamwar Masood on the British soap opera “EastEnders” which made him a household name. This is Patel’s first Emmy nomination.
Padma Lakshmi: Best Host for a Reality or Competition Program
Brown Girl Magazine favorite Padma Lakshmi was nominated for her role in Bravo’s Emmy-winning series “Top Chef.” Padma is often dubbed India’s “first supermodel.” Some would consider this monumental considering that at the height of her career the fashion industry was effortless in representing diversity.
The reality TV host gives us more content than just high-fashion and food recommendations. Padma is the executive producer of Hulu’s critically acclaimed “Taste the Nation”series and is a staunch proponent of women’s rights. She is the co-founder of the Endometriosis Foundation of America and serves as an artist ambassador for the American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU) regarding immigrants’ and women’s rights.
Nick Mohammed: Best Supporting Actor in a Comedy Series
Nick Mohammed has roles in major Hollywood films like The Martian, starring Matt Damon. He was also the voice of Piglet in 2018’s Christopher Robin. His Emmy nomination was no surprise. He plays nemesis to character favorite Ted Lasso who does a complete transformation in two seasons. Lasso goes from a meek blue-collar worker to a sophisticated villain that hops in bed with his team’s biggest rival, West Ham United, in the series. It’s a true character metamorphosis. Like Patel, this is also Mohammed’s first Emmy nomination. Ted Lasso won back-to-back Emmy nominations this year. It also marked the comedy’s second-year win in the “Outstanding Comedy Series” category.
While this year’s Emmys did not lack South Asian representation, we’re looking forward to next year’s South Asian Emmy nominations and wins. Fingers crossed.
An exclusive standing-room-only crowd, dressed in dazzling colors and shimmer, packed SONA — an upscale South Asian restaurant in Manhattan — in February to celebrate queer love and allyship in the desi community.
The event, ‘Pyar is Pyar’ (which translates to “Love is Love”), recognized the landmark bipartisan legislation that President Biden signed into law in December: the Respect for Marriage Act. The event raised $168,000 to support Desi Rainbow Parents & Allies, an international nonprofit that provides peer support and resources to LGBTQ+ South Asians and their families.
Maneesh Goyal, founder and partner of SONA, organized the event with Shamina Singh, the founder and president of Mastercard’s Center for Inclusive Growth. Both Goyal and Singh are openly queer South Asian leaders and thanked the crowd that evening for their support of other LGBTQ+ desis.
Opal Vadhan and Gautam Raghavan from the Biden/Harris Administration read a letter from President Biden to commemorate the event.
“Jill and I — and Kamala and Doug — hope you have a wonderful night celebrating our nation at our best,” Biden wrote. “May we all carry forth that American promise of freedom together. May we also know that love is love — and pyar is pyar.”
“The work that you do to become visible and powerful, to form narratives, to change minds, and to make people feel something about a cause for equality — that is incredibly important,” Raghavan added, before introducing Vaibhav Jain and Parag Mehta, a same-sex Indian couple that got married in 2019 in Texas.
“They denied us because we are a same-sex couple,” said Jain, who grew up in New Delhi. “This is a violation of the Indian constitution, which prohibits discrimination on the basis of sex; so we filed suit.”
“Parag and I are hopeful for a positive verdict. If our case wins, it would bring marriage equality to nearly 1.4 billion people across India,” he continued. “Just to put that in perspective, the total number of people today who live in a country with marriage equality is about 1.4 billion. That means our cases together could double the global population of places who live in a place with marriage equality.”
“We need a mechanism to help build allies in our community and to help provide the support that LGBTQ people need,” Mehta added, encouraging people to donate to Desi Rainbow.
Rayman Kaur Mathoda, Desi Rainbow’s board chair, challenged allies to put their dollars behind their vocal support. Her family announced a $50,000 donation to the organization’s ongoing work.
Founded and led by Aruna Rao, a straight cisgender mother of a transgender adult, the nonprofit has served more than 2,000 LGBTQ+ South Asians and their families since 2020. The goal is to serve 10,000 in three years; a million in the next 10 years.
Mathoda, a wife and mother of four, recalled how painful the lack of family and community support can be.
“For most of us who come out in the desi community…coming out is still a negative experience,” she said. “It is not a moment of pride. It is a moment of shame.”
Mathoda thanked all allies in particular for making the road easier for queer South Asians. To find the love and acceptance they want and need.
“Take what you want//Take everything” reflects on a time with my partner and our cat, Layla. It’s a retelling of the chaotic night I adopted her. I didn’t know why Layla hid from me. When I chased her around, it scared her more. “Take what you want//Take everything” juxtaposes our first night, filled with misunderstanding, with the rest of the time we spent together. My fond memories call back to the loving moments Layla and I shared.
Such memories defined us; they reverberated in my partnership. I wonder if my partner, like Layla, only remembers her fear of me, over our shared moments of love. The title, a Kanye West lyric, is an acknowledgment that their happiness together–without me–destroyed my sense of self. When I see their photos, I wonder if I can see myself reflected in their eyes. I wonder if they still keep kind moments of our time together.
I remember when she would look at me from behind a laundry basket.
A small simple cat with green owl eyes. She was afraid of her new home and its owner. Shit, I remember the night I got her, she hid under my bed, in the middle just out of my reach for maybe 6 hours, watching me. She didn’t eat anything the entire day. When the night fell I was afraid she’d starve or come out and attack me. I was just scared. I didn’t have a childhood pet, I’m not white, I didn’t know what to do. I picked up the whole bed and yelled that she needed to move. I chased her into the closet with a vacuum cleaner. When she ran in, I called my lover and yelled to her that she wasn’t helping enough, she needed to be there to help me. That was our first day together, me and that cat. No one will ever have that memory but me and maybe her.
It was during Ramadan, my first year fasting.
Our problems had already begun by then. Enough so that I decided to fast and show retribution. I’d try to change into a more patient and understanding self. Like the Prophet (SAW) I guess. To become someone that my lover could feel safe around. Somehow, getting a cat felt like it fit into that picture. I’d be a cat dad, you know, gentle. We’d raise her. I’d fast and become New Again. Maybe I’d wrap an inked tasbih around myself and show I’m a man of God.
I don’t know how a cat remembers fear any more than I know how a lover does.
I know her body stored it. My cat’s must have stored it too. That first night, I wish I could tell her that I was afraid too. It doesn’t make sense that I was afraid really — I’m bigger, more threatening. We don’t speak the same language anyway, so how could I ever tell her? She learned to trust me though, in her own way. Her small bean paws would press on my chest in the mornings. She’d meow to berate me for locking her out some nights, or when I was away from home too long.
She lives with my lover now. They share photos with me, they’re happy together.
I saw my lover once, it was on 55th and 7th, Broadway shined blue performance lights over us. She wore a red sacral dress. She said her mental health has never been better. I think she was trying to tell me that she’s doing well, because she knows I care for her. I don’t think she was trying to say she’s happier without me. We don’t speak the same language. I actually think they are happier with just each other. And I loved them both, so it hurts. Sometimes, not all the time. And it doesn’t always hurt that bad. Other times it does get pretty bad, though. I probably owe it to myself to say that.
I look back at the photos, the ones of our life together, and the ones of their new life.
Two green owl eyes, and two brown moonlit eyes. I look for myself in them.
“Confessions to a Moonless Sky” is a meditation on the new moon and guilt. I wrote it when I was living in Dallas and was driving back from a dusk prayer. The new moon terrified me on that drive. I was diseased by the knowledge that my partner, at the time, had seen the worst parts of me. There’s immense shame in this piece—it seized my self-image. If the moon could become brand new, then I could start over.
I often ponder on the moon’s reflective nature and pairs of eyes. I’m hyper-fixated on how I am seen by others. Unfortunately, the brilliance of seeing your reflection in another person leads to negativity. After all, those who are too keen on their own reflection are the same people who suffer from it. It is possible to use shame to fuel one’s retribution and personal growth, without becoming consumed by it.
We can look to Shah Rukh Khan succumbing to alcoholism in his own sorrow and then later imbibing his sadness in Chandramukhi. “Confessions to a Moonless Sky” is a lesson for us: Don’t be Shah Rukh Khan in Devdas, instead embody pre-incarnation Shah Rukh Khan in Om Shanti Om!
Sometimes when the moon abandons the sky, I wonder if I drove her away.
If she comes back, will she be the same? How I wish she would come back new, truly new! That way she’d have no memory of the sin I’ve confessed to her. You noxious insect. Sin-loving, ego-imbibing pest. You are no monster, for at least a monster has ideology, it sins with purpose. You sin just to chase ignominy.
But the moon won’t say that, she never does. She’ll just leave the sky and return days later, slowly. And I’ll wonder if she’s new, perhaps she won’t remember my past confessions. What does it matter? Were the moon replaced with one from a different god, I’d drive her away, too.
