Our beautiful, spiritual warrior Frank Lozano passed away. Frank was there with ADAPT from very early on, helping to organize the Atlantis ADAPT office in Dallas during the bus days. From day one he brought his uniqueness and many talents to the movement.
He was fearless. When we first met, he did not use a cane or a dog, though he came to use both later, he just snapped his fingers to find his way – and he went everywhere, and he went pretty damn fast. He was totally blind but he just knew he could do it and he did. How many times have we seen cops manhandling him during the arrests? And yet he was always ready to do what needed to be done. It wasn’t that he loved getting arrested or manhandled, he just was ready to do what needed to be done. He never complained.
After leaving Dallas he went to Colorado where he worked in both Denver and Colorado Springs, organizing for ADAPT and for access for all. He once did an action with a group of deaf folks at a TV station because their news wasn’t captioned; he got them all to bring dead TV sets with them, and they won. Upon leaving Colorado he worked with Jim Parker to build up one of the most excellent ADAPT chapters in El Paso, Texas (Desert ADAPT) but he and his compadres would make forays over to New Mexico, where he lived for a time, to help folks there organize and protest as well. He worked with students, people from the barrio, independent living center staff, he didn’t care as long as you were fighting for disability rights. He and Alfredo Juarez became a team to be reckoned with and were inseparable up until Alfredo’s death, years back.
Frank’s youth had not been easy but it gave him the toughness for the fight. It made him creative and resourceful, finding a solution instead of a problem. Yet, he intuitively understood non-violence and practiced it with ease. No matter what the cops did to him, and they would often take out frustrations on him, he would neither fight nor cooperate. He held firm. And he supported his fellow disability activists without hesitation. Frank was someone you could count on.
His spirituality was evident in the magic and the beauty he saw in everything. Who can forget the memorial service he gave for John Hoffman and Brook Ball on the hill in Seattle, sprinkling their ashes to the wind as his long gray hair was also lifted and tossed about? He would go up to the mountains to replenish himself. Hopefully he’s in the mountains now, resting and renewing after a long journey. We will miss him.