The Shot Glass Heard Around The World
In 1969, the Stonewall riots — precipitated when the NYPD burst into the famed gay bar and started being their usually abusive selves — defined the modern gay movement.
Among the first to physically resist the police was Marsha P. Johnson, the now infamous transgender rights activist who co-founded S.T.A.R. (Street Transgender Action Revolutionaries) with Sylvia Rivera in the ’70s.
At 1:20 in the morning on Saturday, June 28, 1969, four plainclothes police officers entered Stonewall Inn and announced “Police! We’re taking the place!"
Officers forced the customers to form into two lines divided by perceived gender and show them their genitals to confirm if it matched the gender on their identification card.
At some point during the raid, Marsha Johnson proclaimed, ‘I got my civil rights!' and then threw a shot glass into a mirror, adding on to the tension and creating an atmosphere of resistance. Some witnesses and historians believe her action is what instigated the riot.
Patrons began to refuse to produce their I.D. and police decided to arrest everyone still at the bar. Those who were not arrested gathered outside the bar and quickly drew a crowd of over 1,000 queers. As rumors spread through the crowd that those inside were being beaten by cops, they began throwing pennies, beer bottles and other items at police.
A drag queen who was shoved by an officer in front of the crowd responded by hitting him on the head with her purse as the crowd began to boo.
Soon after, an unidentified lesbian was hit on the head with a billy club after complaining that her handcuffs were too tight. She faced the bystanders and shouted, “Why don’t you guys do something?”
Police threw her into the back of a patrol wagons, at that point the crowd became a mob and collectively resisted the police.
Along with Sylvia Rivera, the two transgender revolutionaries created S.T.A.R. and STAR House in which they housed, fed and clothed homeless drag queens and trans* youth by hustling in the streets of NYC so that their children didn’t have to.
Marsha P. Johnson is often credited for inciting the Stonewall Riots, yet she receives close to no recognition by mainstream Gay Organizations and the queer community. I have no doubt that the erasure of Marsha’s participation in the riots and the Gay Liberation Movement is due to her being a black, transgender radical. Had she’d been a white gay cis-male, her name would be permanently embedded in every queer’s mind.
I know Marsha as a courageous queer revolutionary, a queen of Queens, a Stonewall Veteran, a dedicated activist, a mother of S.T.A.R. and a personal idol. She deserves more than anyone I know, to be recognized by the queer community.
In July 6, 1992, Johnson’s body was found floating in the Hudson River off the West Village Piers shortly after the 1992 Pride March. Friends of Johnson claims she was harassed near the spot where her body was found. The police disregarded this and ruled her death a suicide without any evidence. However, in November 2012, the NYPD re-opened the case.
Click here to watch “Pay It No Mind”, a documentary on Marsha P. Johnson.
I will keep on reblogging this each time it props up in my dash because it’s both important, heartwarming, and tragic.
Renisha Mcbride was a 19 year old Black Girl from Michigan. On November 2nd, she was involved in a terrible car crash but survived. After the accident, she ran to the nearest house looking for help because her phone had died. She knocked on the front door and was shot in the face with a shotgun by the White Homeowner. After the murder, No Charges have been pressed against the White shooter and it is being called a justified Killing. Several Police officers and the Shooter’s lawyer have said that “He acted Properly” in shooting her. Don’t ever be fooled into believing that Racism is over.
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This is helpful, but there’s an even more basic level of searching that I haven’t yet figured out how to teach, which is knowing what words to search for. Both my mom and my sister will type in whole questions into Google. But knowing what kind of terms will turn up good results is something I don’t know how to teach someone, it’s something I just learned from lots of experience…
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Today, I read an article about two football players at NC State University who sat down and ate lunch with another student who was eating alone. Commenters on this article are calling the football players “inspirational,” “heroic,” and “extraordinary.” A quotation from the article says that people who saw the photo commented saying, “If I were an NC State fan, I’d be more proud of this picture than any regular season win. Winning isn’t everything,” and “Our team may be having a rough season, but damn this makes me proud of my school.”
Whoa, those seem like pretty extreme reactions to a photograph depicting an everyday interaction, three college students eating lunch together. What makes this newsworthy? I’m not sure, but there is one thing I forgot to mention: the third guy at the table was in a wheelchair.
Let me be clear from the start, I have no problem with the fact that two football players sat down and had lunch with somebody who is eating alone in the cafeteria. I am in no way judging their actions, what I am questioning is what makes their actions worthy of the news story. I am not questioning a seemingly regular interaction, what I am questioning is what makes three college I was eating lunch together “heroic,” “inspirational,” or “extraordinary”? In my mind, absolutely nothing.
I am sorry, but this story is not news, and pitching it as such is damaging. These football players are not heroic, and perpetuating the idea that they are simply for sitting and having lunch with a fellow college student who happens to be in a wheelchair is incredibly ableist, as well as damaging and destructive.
It’s time for us to stop being inspired and surprised when we see disabled and nondisabled people engage in everyday interactions with one another. It’s time for us to stop praising able-bodied people for associating with or being friends with disabled people. I can’t tell you how many times I have been out with my able-bodied friends and people have come up to them and told them they were wonderful people simply for being my friends. These strangers knew nothing about our relationships, but they thought that my friends willingness to simply associate with me made them saintly.
This type of mentality has to stop. It puts able-bodied people who associate with disabled people on a ridiculous pedestal and it perpetuates the idea that disabled people are somehow less desirable friends were less deserving of relationships than able-bodied people. This is untrue, and it is dangerous.
I grew up believing the lie that I was somehow a less valuable person than my non-disabled friends and family members. I grew up accepting treatment from friends and acquaintances that was less than acceptable because I thought I was lucky just to have someone who could tolerate hanging out with me. I believed it when people would come up to my friends and tell them how wonderful they were for just hanging out with me. I believed it when people came up to my mother and told her she was so “brave,” “inspirational,” or “strong” for raising me without knowing anything about her or me other than the fact that I was in a wheelchair. I believed all of this, and it made me believe that there was something wrong with me. Hearing people constantly praise my friends and family members for simply associating with me, made me believe that there must be something really wrong with me, and then without even realizing it, I started to seek and accept toleration instead of love and friendship. When describing what I wanted in the future boyfriend, I would say I want somebody who can deal with my disability and likes me anyway. I stopped looking for someone who liked all of me, and started looking for people who could see past my disability, that I had been socialized to believe was such a problem, and like me anyway.
I have wonderful friends, but it is only recently that I am learning not to question whether they are simply my friends because they feel sorry for me. It is only now that I am learning not to listen to the rhetoric that says being my friend is worthy of an award. I love my friends, and I am learning to see and truly believe that they love me for who I am, not in spite of it.
Being friends with a disabled person or associating with them does not make you special. Being friends with a disabled person does not make you deserving of a medal. Associating with a disabled person is not inspirational and it is not newsworthy. Being friends with a disabled person or showing a disabled person basic human decency does not make you an extra good person, it simply makes you a person with a friend, just like anyone else.
We have to stop perpetuating the ableist idea that being friends with or associating with disabled people automatically makes an able-bodied person somehow better than everybody else. We have to stop perpetuating the view that able-bodied people who spend time with disabled people are saints. We have to stop doing this because it makes us forget one of the most important things. Disabled people are people. They are people. They deserve love and friendship that comes from an honest and true place. Disabled people are people, they are not charity cases.
I am not questioning the football players’ actions. I am questioning why the media and our society thought it was a big deal to see people being people.
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A wheelchair user is not “bound” to their wheelchair. There are no chains or shackles binding the wheelchair user. A wheelchair gives freedom to a wheelchair user. A wheelchair gives mobility and allows many wheelchair users to live high quality lives. But most importantly, the term “wheelchair bound” is simply paternalistic. It is a way of talking down about a wheelchair user.”
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Nearly two dozen women and girls, some as young as 15, were handed heavy prison sentences Wednesday for demonstrating against a disputed protest law, as Egypt’s interim prime minister defended the new measure that restricts public demonstrations.
The women, supporters of deposed former President Mohamed Morsi, received 11-year jail sentences for forming a human chain and passing out fliers earlier this month. Seven minors among the group were remanded to juvenile detention until they reach legal age of 18. The youngest in the group is 15-years-old.
Six men, described by prosecutors as Muslim Brotherhood leaders, were sentenced to 15-year terms, accused of being members of a “terrorist organization.”
Photo: Amira Mortada, El Shorouk Newspaper/AP