Gay Senior Citizen Brutally Beaten in Detroit Hate Attack Dies

Anthos2_1Andrew Anthos, 72, the gay senior citizen who waged a nearly-two-decade campaign to have the Michigan capitol dome lit in red, white, and blue, died yesterday from injuries sustained in a brutal hate attack.

Anthos, whom his niece says had a lifelong disability, was riding a bus home and a stranger, apparently offended that Anthos was singing, asked Anthos if he was gay, followed him off a bus, and beat him with a pipe. Anthos spent the last few days in a coma, paralyzed from the neck down, before dying yesterday.

Cold-blooded murder.

Police have not found the attackers. The National Gay and Lesbian Task Force has offered to pay for his funeral.

For background, see…
Gay Senior Victim of Detroit Hate Attack Given Last Rites [tr]
Gay Senior Citizen Patriot Clings to Life After Attack [tr]
72-Year-Old Detroit Man Paralyzed After Brutal Anti-Gay Attack [tr]


  1. Cory says

    My heart breaks for him and his family. It’s incredibly ironic that Andrew Anthos loved this country so much for its democracy and freedom, and yet was killed by the continually brewing hate and intolerance of its citizens.

    Andy, what can we do to make a difference here? Is there any way in writing to his family and the state? I’m so outraged and heart broken. :(

  2. linc says

    I think that it would be totally fitting for the capitol to final put up the red, white, and blue lights in his honor. He truly loved his country even when it couldn’t extend him the same courtesy.

  3. Fabrizio says

    I am heart broken ..What is it going to take for humans to realize that we are not a threat. I would really like to send a letter to his family.It really affected me in so many ways to hear that he was killed by ignorance! My heart goes out to his family and friends!

  4. Daniel says

    Lighting the dome would be a very fitting tribute to this man. He lobbyed for that for 2 decades and now we’re at war — who could possibly so no?

    I’ll contribute to any fund that sees this accomplished.

  5. Joe T. says

    Very sad. But I hope he had a lot of happiness in his life too. (Still no description of the attacker from any Detroit news source…? I don’t get it).

  6. Leland says

    Thanks, Andy, for following through on this story. I keep thinking of how this obscene act ties into the story about how a high school sophomore in neighboring Indiana ignited a small firestorm just by suggesting in her school’s paper that gays are, guess what, human, too, and urged her peers to treat us as such. The local paper, hardly an organ of “the gay rights agenda,” admirably nailed the principal and school board rep for claiming all they wanted was “balance” in her opinion piece, showing what models of learning they are by missing that an opinion piece never requires it.

    And what would “balance” be in any case? “DON’T treat gays as human beings”? As absurd as that sounds, that’s exactly what their feelings are, even though they might never have the courage to come as close to admiting it as sports fool Tim Hardaway has or another, very different high school girl, the one with the black heart whose parents, less than two hours’ drive from Sodom by the Bay, are suing the school over, details aside, the idea that she should not be allowed to spray her homohating religious beliefs through the school like a cat marks its territory with urine.

    But such examples of the ANTIgay agenda exist much closer to the scene of Mr. Athos’ murder. Just this month, a Michigan court ruled that the ban of same sex marriage voters passed two yeas ago applies to domestic partner benefits, too. It might be a while, if ever, before we find out if such public demonization was in the mind of his killer, but there’s no question the spirit of it was, and that, for all our gains, America’s bloodstream still flows with the toxins monsters like James Dobson and Jerry Falwell and Rick Santorum and, yes, George Bush, have been injected into it for years.

    Finally, once again the National Gay & Lesbian Task Force, by offering to pay for his funeral, demonstrate that they are one of the few national political activist groups that we can be hopeful about—and should support with our time and money. I guess the Human Rights Champagne Fund was too busy trying to get Reichen and Lance to give back their awards.

  7. Joe T. says

    Leland: I’d still say it’s just Isaiah Washington or Tim Hardaway’s comments that would incite the Detroit murder, but I don’t even blame them: it’s just the attacker’s own psychotic nature (in a city where murder is not uncommon, anyway).

  8. Becks07 says

    This is a heartbreaking story.

    Andy — help us connect to this. How can we help the family and community take care of this man’s memory?

  9. just sayin' says

    You know, I’ve hated Mao Tse-tung my whole life (my extended family in China suffered tremendous atrocities during the Cultural Revolution); but on this sad sad occasion when a gentle loving senior citizen was beaten to death with a pipe, the only thing that comes to mind is this quote by Chairman Mao:

    “Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.”

    Times like this, I wanna take a gun and blast
    that homophobic fucker to smithereens. It’s the only kind of power they would ever understand.

  10. says

    Again, I ask…where’s the coverage of this on national news? Enough with goddamned Britney Spears and Anna Nicole Smith, this is important! This could open up the eyes of people who believe the Matthew Shepard murder was an “isolated incident and hasn’t happened for years, so what are they gays still complaining about?”

  11. atheist says

    um… Atheist, what do you mean when you say “My God…”?
    um…absolutely nothing Neil. Jesus! You see how insidious god is?? Even us atheists need to guard such inappropriate invocation 😉

  12. tjc says

    As saddened as I am by all this, I am also reminded of how much the GAY MALE community values youth and youthful appearances over the maturity and experience of our elders.

    I urge all of us to take some time and get to know the graying survivors among us and remember how much easier it is today to be openly gay and that we have the actions of our elders to thank for it. Sometimes those actions people cost jobs, and sometimes they cost people their lives. As true as this is today, it was even more prevalent in the past.

    While it’s easier to be openly gay today, it can still carry a price. We see that with the crap spewing from Hardaway and his ilk, and then we see the senseless murder of this man. Everyone who is out today makes it easier for others to do the same.

    Thank you, Andrew Anthos, and thanks to your friends, too.

  13. Joe T. says

    TJC : Another unfortunate thing is that the Anthos case will never get as much publicity as Matthew Shepard from gay activists because Shepard (young, handsome, angelic-looking) is more of a poster boy for a cause than Anthos (older, ordinary-looking, black and/or Hispanic), though why was either one’s life more valuable than the other? (Though I’m not criticizing the gay community alone, since the straight world does the same thing re. poster children).

  14. Jack! says

    TJC and Joe T. those thoughts are not ones of just the gay community but the whole community.

    I completely agree with your observation that gay people are disconnected from other generations of gays. I think gay people are disconnected from each other and their history. It’s a huge problem. Book publishers rarely release gay history books because they don’t sell. In turn that part of history is untold or lost.

    The death of a young citizen is almost always going to get more coverage than an older citizen unfortunately.

  15. Da says

    I know what you guys are saying is probably true, but it also works on a case by case…Case in point: both Andrew Anthos’ life and death have got plenty to interest the press (and even Hollywood), and I think that instead of being defeated about the press not covering this maybe we can do our part to bring it to their attention?

    ie: I recall that what brought maximum attention to the Yale’s Bakers Dozen homophobic bashing in January was posters on here contacting the media and city officials left and right; and thanks to Dan Noyes (a particularly determined journalist whom I considered a ‘hero’ in that context) the story reached the mayor of the SF Gavin Newsom.

    To keep shining a light on this story, there are a few things we can do..a couple I suggest:

    -We need to have addresses of media and city officials in Michigan for us to contact, so if anyone can locate some that would be a great start.

    -It’s also primordial we do something to organize fund for the lighting of the Dome, as Daniel and Becks07 brilliantly suggested. I think it would be a fitting tribute to Andrew’s lifelong dream which he never had the chance to see through unfortunately. And symbolically, it would serve as a reminder for the whole city on the dangers of hate, and I’m sure he would want his brutal death to be turned into a positive for the youth. – Though I’m mostly broke I’d personally be willing to contribute money to this fund.

    Btw Andy, we had an address to contact Andrew Anthos’s family in the other thread, but it’s not there anymore. If it’s still ok to use it can you repost it please? Thanks!

  16. says

    If you’d like to help Andrew’s family or send condolences, you can send mail to:

    Family of Andrew Anthos
    c/o Triangle Foundation
    19641 West 7 Mile Rd.
    Detroit, MI 48219

    Our Director of Victims’ Services and Executive Director are working directly with the family, arranging Andrew’s funeral, etc.

    Thank you!

  17. Da says

    Thanks so much for the info Dawn, and for the great work you guys & gals are doing at Michigan’s Triangle.

    All the best!

  18. funke s says

    why the hell is this not on the cover of every newspaper in the country? people need reminding that hate crimes are real and that despite the continued mainstreaming of homosexuality, gays are still under siege in a very real way in this country.

  19. says


    Beiron Andersson y el poeta

    Por Oscar Portela

    No se ha borrada nada. De mi alma desesperada
    por la huída del Dios cuyo alimento fue
    el verbo proferido hace momentos.

    Por eso vuelvo. Así fue y así me quiero.

    Retorno a ti mi Dios. Retorno a mi alma.
    Retorno a la perdida Itaca y luz de Egeo
    del cual nació la piel de lino
    donde escribo la gesta desta aurora
    que hoy despierta.

    En ti se funden todos los deseos.
    Naciste del espanto que es belleza.

    La belleza que enciende y enceniza.
    O enceguece al arúspice que ruega.

    ¡Oh tú mi Lucumón donde los pájaros
    trinan sobre el follaje de tu pelo!.

    El canto ya perdido hace segundos volverá
    en pesadillas a los sueños.

    Yo soy augur y auriga a un mismo tiempo.
    Y tú la epifanía del profeta
    que esperaba hace tiempo este momento.

    ¿Que importan ya las tempestades y demonios?

    Tú eres el Dios y yo la lira
    que gime entre tus dedos.

    La ajorca en tus tobillos.
    La corona de mirto en tu cabeza.

    Los elementos todos. Todas las armonías cósmicas
    que elevas a nuevas sinfonías y latencias
    tienen un nombre Beiron.

    Tú eres el mar y yo solo marea.

    Tu eres la tempestad yo solo un viento o una brisa
    que pasa y se dispersa y este canto inaudible
    de lo orféico como ofrenda.

    La alborada en tus ojos resplandece.

    Es lo abierto donde se encuentran solos
    el poeta y su Dios cuando bendicen
    lo áureo del poniente.

    Baldía fue esta tierra y tú regaste el labradío
    cuando el poeta sacrificó los verbos, las imágenes.

    Y la lengua truncada de los nombres con que
    intenta alabarte sin hacerlo.

    Si pudiera volber a la memoria que tú llevas.

    Pero la muerte de la grafía teme
    al Dios que canto y borra ya estas huellas.

    ¡Mas no importa el vacío de la nada del aquel papiro
    que expiró en un templo porque el templo eres tú
    que renacido vuelves a toda primavera lo celeste!.

    Ha llegado el momento deseado. Ya no habrá ciegos
    que no vean ni videntes que no queden ciegos
    ante la aurea visión de lo terreno.

    Encarnado y sangral como un poema
    te revelas al alma peregrina .

    Y tú le das posada y lo bendices como bendices
    todo lo que tocas con la densa hermosura de tu cuerpo.

    Posado estás ahora como el pájaro que canta
    sobre una rama ardida en el invierno.

    Pues tu todo lo puedes.

    ¡Ahora mísmo puedes un poema!

    Tú lejano y cercano. Tú infinito.

    Y yo mortal que oficia
    los augurios de otras primaveras.

    Ya llevarás orlada una corona sobre la augusta
    y soberana frente emergida de la negra melena
    con que asientes a todo.

    Y bendices lo frágil y deyecto.

    La vuelta eterna es tu camino cierto.
    Por el sendero que transitas
    todo como la mar y la marean vuelven.

    ¿Como santificaste hoy denudo siempre el alfabeto
    del amante mortal augur ciego y poeta?

    ¿Y al poema perdido entre el follaje
    de tus labios de almendro?

    ¿Porqué floreces hoy? ¿Por qué acaeces?
    ¿Que medidas de tiempo cuantifican
    tus espacios y tiempos?

    ¿Porque la roza sin porque florece?

    Así floreces Beiron.

    Y en estos tiempos tórridos tú marcas
    la anunciación de un infinito nuevo.

    El silicio que crece será cuna de otra estrella fugas
    que alumbre un poema.

    Pues Beiron Andersson todo lo redime.
    Y esta es la profecía de un vidente.

    Oscar Portela

    Corrientes. Argentina.


    */ Canto segundo extraviado/

    ( Hollywood debe de llamar a Andesson )
    Oscar Portela

  20. says

    Marc-André Grodin, (como Crish Carmack,Jared Leto, Josh Arneth, y otros ) es la nueva maravilla de la pantalla grande y el tan poco difundido filme CRAZY, uno de los mejores sobre la tématica gay, aún no resuelta en nuestro tiempo.

    Lo mejor qque podrían hacer los críticos es ir enterrando a los momios como De Niro y otros estereotipos como el, para dejar surgir plenamente estos nuevos talentos.

    un film de Jan Marc-Valle

    Uno de los filmes más sutiles, inteligentes, magníficamente interpretados – con un guión que analiza a fondo, no el drama de una familia-, sino el extrañamiento de los hombres con respecto a si mísmos y la desintegración social- familiar, que tuve la oportunidad de ver por tv., en los últimos tiempos.

    Más si trata de las propias experiencias del co-gionista, este film destroza la fábrica apelmazada de las películas de Hollywood .

    Y si se me preguntara – con la rara exepciónde Ethan Hawks- cual es el mas importante interprete joven del cine actual, no dudaria en citar a Marc André Grodin.

    No hay golpes bajos ni tuculencias que no se vivan todos los días, dentro del clima asfixiante de una sociedad disgregada, y Vallé lo ve con meridiana claridad.

    Este tipo de films solo se ven en escasos video-clubes del interior o en horarios poco productivos de la t.v., pero habla las claras de un cine vivo y actuante, que debería estar entodas las marquesinas del mundo.

    El modo de vivir y sublimar culpas, la hermosa reconciliación familiar luego de un episodio trágico – la muerte del hermano mayor -, no hablan del clasico happy-end, sino de la apertura de corazones que aún pueden en la humildad y la fortaleza abrirse al mundo de los

    Con fuerza todos mi elogios
    y aplausos para CRAZY un frmidable filme
    sobre el mundo de los gay .

    Oscar Portela

  21. Oscar Portela says


    De Oscar Portela

    Te miro e o tempo se faz espaço
    em teu entorno e a matéria áurea
    de teu corpo e o desejo compreende assim
    que tudo permanece e o início
    é apenas fábula de amor e eterna metamorfose
    do sem igual destino do aeda
    em um mundo de Deuses em desterro.

    A luz se embriaga
    de si mesma e cega,
    gira em torno à fábula do mundo.

    Em ti o mar sucede e o tempo se transmuta
    Em ti o princípio do Mediterrâneo
    e o pecado lascivo dos deuses
    ou sua inveja da beleza mortal não passageira.

    Em ti os corações desterrados
    buscam o elixir do mundo e toda vertigem.

    Em ti o sangue do rapsodo que goteja
    sobre teus belos músculos
    tão perfeitos como a métrica de Píndaro.

    Por ti morreu de amor Kavaffis e Alexandria
    dorme aquí em meu coração que se desmorona
    buscando em teus tornozelos a obediência
    à música aérea aonde cessa
    todo caos e permanece o sonho
    do Olímpo e um ramo do laurel
    cinge tua fronte. És o mito que não acaba.

    O amor que no sangue do poeta
    se transforma e delira. És a lira
    que volta a povoar nossos bosques
    e prados.

    És a epifania dos gozos que emerge
    da pedra e és a sede e o raio que não cessa.

    Constantino aqui, ileso, é a glória
    do sonho e todo o mundo – todo beijo caído
    como pétala roça sobre teu sacro púbis –
    nos fala de que tudo retorna e o mesmo
    Amor é apenas saga e profecia do poeta.

    Corrientes, 25 de novembro de 2007

  22. Oscar Portela says

    Leo Peixoto,el animal más bello
    del mundo poema
    de Oscar Portela

    Un felino agazapado entre
    entre los árboles,
    un animal feroz y fabuloso,

    una leyenda surgida de la espuma
    del deseo carnal que arde
    en los sueños,

    tu perfección
    feroz de zarpa y duelo,
    la osadía de ser parte

    de un rito
    en el cual tu como Fénix ,

    gurdas tesoros aureos
    en tus fauces

    de tigre y semental,

    el más hermoso
    habitante de todos los deseos:

    ¿Quien habla por tu espina dorsal
    y por tu frente,
    por tus piernas

    dinteles de tobillos con ajorcas
    doradas del mítico misterio
    que se ahoga en la cintura

    que alza

    el tórax más perfecto
    que conoce el escultor fecundo
    en su elemento,
    fascinado por ti

    como la fuente pura
    de tu frente y tu rostro de enigma
    y de misterio,

    Leo Peixoto,

    tigre y sombra que el poeta
    teme nombrar para
    evitar el profanar los

    sellados por los dioses
    que alimentan la escarpada cabeza
    con que embistes

    y rompes
    el equilibrio del hexámetro,
    oh tú,Leo Peixoto
    el animal del lujo y la fiereza?.

    Leo Peixoto que seduce y mata
    a quien mira sus ojos de serpiente.

    El pecado está en ti: tú lo sustentas.

    Y mi carne es la tuya y es mi sangre
    la que bebes como elixir para seguir
    guardando las raices que
    pueblos idumeos
    nos dejaron

    en tus garras perfectas
    como tus labios de animal
    y de hombre

    pues eres tu
    lo mítico y lo nuevo,

    el ser que esplende en
    tu cintura breve,

    y tus pómulos fuentes
    donde beben y ahogan
    las palomas posadas
    en la fuente

    del mítico misterio
    que rodea con un aura de luz
    belleza plena

    Oscar Portela

    Corrientes -Argentina

    Del Confeti al Pensar
    por Raúl Ripa

    En una velada literaria en la Ciudad de Buenos Aires el poeta Oscar Portela ofreció el lunes pasado una serie de sus poemas. Aquí un comentario de un seguidor de la cultura correntina.

    Por Raúl Ripa

    LECTURA DE POEMAS. Oscar Portela, Silvia Longoni, Alejandro Drewes y Josefina Arroyo en el Café Literario Buenos Aires.

    En la Plaza de Mayo, Mercedes Sosa, Gustavo Santaolalla, Alejandro Lerner y Patricia Sosa, cantaban Himno de mi corazón, con la presencia de la presidenta Cristina Fernández de Kirchner, tras la jura del gabinete nacional en el Salón Blanco. Buen momento para pensar en los tiempos que vienen, con sus desafíos y oportunidades. Ante el bullicio y en confeti cabe la reflexión para discernir.

    Oportuno entonces el encuentro realizado en el Café Afiches, con el pensador y poeta correntino Oscar Portela como invitado especial. El panel que lo indagó sobre cuestiones esenciales, estuvo integrado por Silvia Longoni, Alejandro Drewes y Josefina Arroyo, fundadora en 1971 de este primer Café Literario Buenos Aires.

    La escritora Graciela Maturo resaltó el “lujo” de contar con la presencia de Portela, uno de los que puede escuchar lo que otros no escuchan y trabajar con la memoria. En presencia de Norma Pérez Martín, Haidée Longoni, Elida Manselli -esposa de Francisco Madariaga- y otros intelectuales, el meduloso análisis sobre el diálogo de la filosofía y la poesía en el tiempo presente capturó la atención, desde el mismo instante de la apertura del acto con su poema Quien Soy.

    Portela impregna su obra de conceptos luminosos porque absorbe y encarna aquello que sintoniza. Aunque sus vivencias no aparecen en forma directa, “mordido por la naturaleza” se expresa con intermediación filosófica porque su sólida formación lo habilita. Da testimonio en la “intemperie sin fin”, transitando la “errancia” de la partida sin regreso y sin puerto a la vista. Sabe que entre el texto y el lector está la interpretación y cultiva la pregunta en el silencio para engendrar la palabra y el diálogo.

    Define al arte como una lucha con el poder para preservar la identidad de la persona y sus alimentos terrenales. Su poesía, pronta a alumbrar un nuevo libro, como su música inédita, tiene la materia que soporta el tiempo, por eso es arte y del más encumbrado, insoslayable para quienes miran hacia lo alto, inspiración que auguramos para quienes asumieron el compromiso de gobernar nuestra Nación.