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306 pages, Hardcover
First published May 20, 2025
“It’s crucial to understand Marsha’s material and spiritual care of her friends not merely as an act of kindness or empathy, but as a powerful form of political activism.”
“The illusion of coherence in history begins to break down once you start to push… it’s a fool’s errand to try to define the undefinable. .. when we look back at this moment, we must resist the urge to capture it. To tame it. To put parameters on how we do and don’t talk about it. To only reinforce what we do know, and to discredit what we cannot know.”
In Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha's book Care Work, they write in detail about the meaning of this kind of gendered disability labor: "Far too often the emotional labor work we do as femmes or feminine people is not seen as labor—it's seen as air. It's the little thing you do on the side. Not real organizing, not real work, just talking about feelings and buying groceries. Girl stuff. Femme stuff. Disabled and sick stuff, not real activist-holding-a-big-meeting stuff....Those things are not a sideline or an afterthought to our movements. They are our movements."Marsha P. Johnson's one of those figures/topics that I've been accruing information via Tumblr about for the last five to ten years. To finally hold in my hands an official Marsha biography put together by authoritative figures of the trans Black community and their allies, then, is somewhat of a revelation. It's a deep sense of queer fruition that tempts one to speak of 'progress', but just as only a very small part of the world is allowed to truly exist in the 21st century, this work is a brick through a window of kyriarchy, not the straw that's tumbled the whole wall down. Indeed, the strongest aspect of this writing for me was the give and take of the history, where Marsha was at the forefront of both the good that came to be and the great that could have been had the usual shils not sold out and took the money trans women hustled for with one hand and shoved them down with the other. It's an old story, but it still hurts, and to have it presented authoritatively as an ongoing project worked on by those who are the true inheritors of Marsha's grace is no small amount of hope in this fucked up time.
Unlike the transformative politics from the first Gay Pride rally in 1970, the Christopher Street Liberation organizers of the 1973 pride wanted it to be a decidedly nonpolitical event. Rather than connecting rally participants with incarcerated queer people, the organizers chose to bolster gay consumer culture by leading the march to conclude at West Village bars.Now, Luke, you ask, why the 3.5? Well, much as I trumpet about my autodidactic leanings, I did receive an Anglo university education on the ways of longform writing, and that was as smuch of a help as a hindrance with this piece. For this work cites a great many sources and ties together many a testimony, oral and archive, and a scholarly sense of how to effectively navigate such goes a long way. However, this piece also refrains from committing to definitives, from the events of Stonewall to the cut and dry of Marsha's mental health struggles, choosing instead to unabashedly project modern day subjects and topics, terms such as 'self care' and 'trans' being some of the more overt, into timeframes in a manner that academics would call out as anachronistic. It's an effective tool for putting the holism before the single author name on the cover and not effacing the community work that it took to forma cohesive life story out of shattering trauma and corroded timelines. However, it can also lead to a great deal of repetitiveness and empty paragraphs when the quantity of fact is stretched over too many pages.
[...] Gilead Sciences [is] the only provider in the US of pre-exposure prophylaxis (PrEP)—a medication highly effective in preventing HIV replication[.] On July 22, 2023, The New York Times reported that Gilead had decided in 2003 to stop pursuing a new, less toxic HIV drug for patients' kidneys and bones. Instead, the company [...] delay[ed] the new drug's release in order to maximize its profits[.]In short, this piece is a gift, but it isn't structured in accordance to the rubric I've imbibed from various ivory halls, a critique that is most assuredly part acceptable commentary, part status quo banhammer coming out of the mealy mouth of a good little white liberal. It's a contemplation that I hope readers of this biography take as seriously as they do the text itself, for Marsha embraced freedom long before freedom knew its name in this country, and to work on personal means of growth while paying tribute to her life, love and liberty, is one of the highest honors we can do her. Vital historical figure, extraordinary queer comrade, and cited up and down as one of the most loving and supportive human beings one could ever know. All in all, here's to you, Marsha. May your cup forever runneth over.
Marjorie Hill, representing New York City major David Dinkins, read a statement from the major at the funeral. She remarked on the day's rain, noting its significance in many African agricultural societies as a positive omen, suggesting, "When it rains on the day of a funeral it is a testimony to the life that person has lived." These words were met with thunderous applause.