Cops Don’t Belong at Pride, “Unseemly” Queer People Do

Marsha P. Johnson and the failures of queer respectability

Alexander Petrovnia
May 20 · 15 min read

There has been a huge amount of discourse recently around respectability within the queer community, and the presence of police officers there. Many people, especially young queer people, do not know our history around this issue. I hope this will help to educate some of us as to how long and brutal this fight has been.

Police brutality has always been, and continues to be, a queer issue. Prison abolition has always been, and continues to be, a queer issue. #NoCopsAtPride

Warning: this article contains references to riots, assault, bigotry, hate crimes, slurs, and sexual assault that may traumatize some readers.

Marsha “Pay It No Mind” Johnson was an incredible activist, sex worker, drag queen, and black trans woman who every queer person in the US today owes an immense debt of gratitude, whether they are aware of it or not.

Pervasive social media meme of Marsha P. Johnson.

Hers is a name you’ve almost definitely heard before… she has been honored in books, documentaries, a google icon tribute, and much more since her death in 1992. However, many accounts of her life are sanitized, more palatable versions of the truth. This article will not be that.

A photo of Marsha P. Johnson in a bar. She is wearing a large headpiece of flowers and smiling hugely at the camera.
A photo of Marsha P. Johnson in a bar. She is wearing a large headpiece of flowers and smiling hugely at the camera.
Photo of Marsha P. Johnson from “Pay it no Mind” via Wikimedia Commons.

Many articles on Johnson’s early life deadname and misgender her, which you will also not find here.

She arrived in New York City from her hometown in New Jersey at only age 17 and quickly established herself in Greenwich Village. This was not the Village as it’s known today.

Marsha P. Johnson at 1970 Christopher Street Liberation Day March, photo by Leonard Fink via Queer|Art.

The Village had long been a hotbed for artists, from the beat poets of the 50s onwards. The neighborhood was known for its avant-garde stylings, revolutionary culture, and frequent police brutality.

Both sex work and same-sex relations were illegal in New York City at the time, and The Village had both in spades. Gay bars, at this time, were the main cultural center for queer people, and in response, the NY State Liquor Authority, as well as the New York Police Department, targeted gay bars in particular. Queer people could be arrested and charged with a huge variety of crimes. Even a gathering of “homosexuals” alone could be punishable by law as “disorderly behavior”.

Activists pushed and won huge success when, in 1966, it became legal to serve homosexuals alcohol. You read that right. Beforehand, it had been illegal to serve homosexuals alcohol in the United States on the basis that it may “encourage their vices”.

This action functionally legalized gay bars' existence but did not stop the near-constant harassment of these institutions by police.

Public same-sex PDA was still illegal.

How was that defined? It was up to the officer’s discretion. This meant that any queer person could be arrested (with violence) at any time, and jailed, based fully on the whims of police officers.

Additionally, many gay bars did not have legal liquor licenses, as many were owned by organized crime groups. The mafia saw an opportunity — that queer people would pay to have a safe space to simply exist — and took it.

A historic photo of the Stonewall Inn, in black and white. The shopfront is lit by a neon sign that displays its name, and string lights hand outside. A few people walk the streets outside.
A historic photo of the Stonewall Inn, in black and white. The shopfront is lit by a neon sign that displays its name, and string lights hand outside. A few people walk the streets outside.
The boarded up Stonewall Inn after the riot the weekend of 28th June, 1969, photo via pocketmags

However, being catered to by the mob had consequences. The now-famous Stonewall Inn, for example, lacked running water to wash dishes or have sanitary bathrooms, and often served drinks that were unsanitary at best and dangerous at worst. Mob members routinely blackmailed patrons, threatening to out them if they did not perform favors or pay mob bosses.

The Stonewall Inn was one of the cheaper gay bars in the Village, and one of the few that allowed drag queens. It also allowed dancing, which was explicitly forbidden at most gay bars (due to dancing often attracting police attention). Although raids were common under the mafia’s protection, the Inn’s patrons were usually pre-warned.

An antique photograph of the Stonewall Inn in daylight. The photo is in black and white. A neon sign displaying the name of the Inn hangs on the front of the two story building. The street below is empty.
An antique photograph of the Stonewall Inn in daylight. The photo is in black and white. A neon sign displaying the name of the Inn hangs on the front of the two story building. The street below is empty.
Photo by anonymous artist from an NYC Public Library collection via the Daily Beast.

The Stonewall became a nightly shelter for many queer youths who had nowhere else to turn, as the entry fees were much cheaper than many other locations.

This was where Marsha, 17, broke, and homeless, found herself.

She, like many others in the area, turned to sex work to support herself. It was here that Marsha began doing drag, originally referring to herself as “Black Marsha”. As time went on, she began using “drag” full-time. When questioned about this, she would reply “pay it no mind”, and was asked it so often that she coyly took that as her middle initial.

On June 28th, 1969, NYPD officers raided the Stonewall Inn. The mob hadn’t been warned about this raid. No one knew it was coming. The tippers of the NYPD that the Genovese family had hired failed them. The police found plenty of criminal activity, including bootleg alcohol and cross-dressers.

Cross-dressing was illegal at the time and it was police policy to have female officers take suspected cross-dressers to a bathroom, strip them, and forcibly investigate their genitals to determine if they were committing a crime. If that sounds familiar to current legislation around sports for children emerging in the United States, it should.

These forced genital exams not only included drag queens, but butch lesbians, trans people and anyone else who was in suspicion of cross dressing.

The exact details of June 28th, 1969, have been endlessly debated, however, the general consensus is that the neighborhood, agitated at the lack of warning, hung around outside the bar as 13 arrests were conducted. The arrests were rough, and officers were flagrantly violent towards their captives. Most accounts agree that one officer hit a butch lesbian over the head as he forced her into a police car. She shouted to the crowd to do something, and all hell broke loose.

The crowd had no weapons. Against fully armed police officers, the queer destitute and outcast began to throw objects at the officers. The courage involved in that action alone should stun you.

There are a lot of discussions in the modern day about who, exactly, threw the first brick.

An antique photo of the riots at the Stonewall Inn. It shows police officers in helmets, with batons and full riot gear, chasing after civilians in street clothes, who appear to be running away.
An antique photo of the riots at the Stonewall Inn. It shows police officers in helmets, with batons and full riot gear, chasing after civilians in street clothes, who appear to be running away.
Photo of the Stonewall riots via Comisión de Géneros y Diversidad Sexual, Cordoba

The truth is that whoever threw the “first” brick matters far less than how many people were throwing bricks. The riot at the Stonewall Inn — and the beginning of the queer rights movement as we know it — was a movement of solidarity, not individualism.

One person throwing a brick leads to an arrest. Hundreds lead to a riot. Thousands lead to a movement for a better world.

The mob at the Stonewall Inn breached multiple police barricades before setting fire to the Inn itself. The fire department was called, but the metaphorical fire that started that night was much more difficult to put out.

The protests lasted 5 days, garnering media attention and sparking increased awareness and activism for queer rights across the nation and the world.

The next year, in 1970, NYC’s first Pride Parade began at the doors of the Stonewall Inn. June is Pride Month because of Stonewall, and because of a riot against police brutality.

Newspapers at the time tried to downplay the riots, and celebrated the “successes” of the police at containing them, to the point of obscuring the truth. Any mentions of violence committed by police are omitted, replaced by counts of officers injured and villainization of protestors. (Familiar?)

A photograph of a newspaper in a glass case. The newspaper is from the Sunday News, and is dated Sunday, July 6th, 1969. The headline on the front page reads, “Homo Nest Raided, Queen Bees Are Stinging Mad”.
A photograph of a newspaper in a glass case. The newspaper is from the Sunday News, and is dated Sunday, July 6th, 1969. The headline on the front page reads, “Homo Nest Raided, Queen Bees Are Stinging Mad”.
Photo of the July 6, 1969 edition of the NYC Sunday News, via Pink News

But for all the impact it had, Stonewall’s Legacy remains taboo, and as such is sanitized to the point of falsehood in many retellings. It was a riot, outright, with arson and violence against the police by a group of criminal sex workers, drag queens, queers, and mobsters. Even at the time, many queer organizations such as The Mattachine Society disapproved and publicly tried to distance themselves from the rioters.

An antique photograph of equipment inside the Stonewall Inn that has been smashed in the riot.
An antique photograph of equipment inside the Stonewall Inn that has been smashed in the riot.
Equipment within the Stonewall Inn was destroyed in the riot.

The queer community is not a monolith and never will be.

Many organizations “celebrating” Stonewall’s legacy today sanitize its roots and obscure their own complicity in the conditions that led to an open riot. The Marsha P. Johnson google doodle is an excellent example of that. In it, Marsha’s likeness has been presented as peacefully leading a street parade, with banners of pride flags held by marchers.

The Google Doodle in honor of Marsha P. Johnson. It shows her leading a peaceful Pride Parade, with queer flags being flown in the background.
The Google Doodle in honor of Marsha P. Johnson. It shows her leading a peaceful Pride Parade, with queer flags being flown in the background.

The queer community was marginalized and forced into destitution, violence, and abuse by organizations, politicians, and bystanders alike. Riots happen when desperate, hurting people have nothing left to lose.

A black and white photograph that shows Marsha P. Johnson in a fur coat passing out fliers at a peaceful protest. Behind her, other protesters hold signs. Only one is visible, and it reads, “Come out of your ivory towers and into the streets!” and features two female symbols intertwined, two male symbols intertwined, and the trans symbol.
A black and white photograph that shows Marsha P. Johnson in a fur coat passing out fliers at a peaceful protest. Behind her, other protesters hold signs. Only one is visible, and it reads, “Come out of your ivory towers and into the streets!” and features two female symbols intertwined, two male symbols intertwined, and the trans symbol.
Diana Davies, (Marsha P. Johnson Hands Out Flyers for Support of Gay Students at N.Y.U.),
c. 1970. via NYC Public Library collection

The NYPD did not admit any wrongdoing or formally apologize for the violence and discrimination that led to and precipitated the Stonewall Riots until 2019. This is after years of advocacy to beg for even that crumb of closure. Nothing is over. None of these wounds are healed. The wounds haven’t even been allowed to close, as police brutality and over-policing still plagues the queer community today, most prominently affecting trans women of color.

But let’s get back to Marsha.

She is often cited as if the Stonewall Riots were her single great contribution to queer rights. This is a discredit to her. Her activism extended both earlier than and long after the riots. The Stonewall Riots became her origin story.

A black and white photo of Marsha P. Johnson at a protest, wearing a fur coat and holding a megaphone in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. She is smiling widely.
A black and white photo of Marsha P. Johnson at a protest, wearing a fur coat and holding a megaphone in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. She is smiling widely.
Photo of unknown provenance via the Gender Equality Law Center

Imagine this. Imagine being a young black homeless trans woman drag queen sex worker in 1969. Whatever level of horror you’re imagining isn’t enough. You’ve been beaten, assaulted, harassed, arrested, abused, and more. And at only 23 years old, you see your community rise up. This is in the midst of protests and national movements against war and sexism and racism and violence and bigotry of all kinds.

A black and white photo of Latina trans rights activist Sylvia Rivera, lounging on a short wall and smiling at the camera. Overlain on the image is the text, “‘That’s when I saw the world change for me and my people.’ Trans activist Sylvia Rivera on Stonewall”.
A black and white photo of Latina trans rights activist Sylvia Rivera, lounging on a short wall and smiling at the camera. Overlain on the image is the text, “‘That’s when I saw the world change for me and my people.’ Trans activist Sylvia Rivera on Stonewall”.

In all of this, you and your allies, young and vulnerable though you are, with protection from neither the mob nor the police, homeless and destitute and barely allowed to so much as exist… someone throws a brick.

And it matters.

A photo of a peaceful protest in black and white, with protesters standing under umbrellas next to a police line blockade. Sylvia Rivera and Marsha P. Johnson share an umbrella, each wearing short dresses and Marsha with a fur coat. Sylvia holds out a fist over the police line, in a symbol of resistance. Beside them are other protesters. Signs read, “Vote for gay rights”, “gay rights for lesbian people” and “dyke power”.
A photo of a peaceful protest in black and white, with protesters standing under umbrellas next to a police line blockade. Sylvia Rivera and Marsha P. Johnson share an umbrella, each wearing short dresses and Marsha with a fur coat. Sylvia holds out a fist over the police line, in a symbol of resistance. Beside them are other protesters. Signs read, “Vote for gay rights”, “gay rights for lesbian people” and “dyke power”.
Archive image via Tribeca Film Iinstitute

The photo below was taken in Times Square a few days after the initial riot, when protests were widespread across New York City. These are some of the original members of the group that would become the Gay Liberation Front.

A black and white photo of a crowd of young people marching in times square, holding a banner on which there is an image of two female symbols intertwined and two male symbols intertwined. The protestors are both black and white, marching together.
A black and white photo of a crowd of young people marching in times square, holding a banner on which there is an image of two female symbols intertwined and two male symbols intertwined. The protestors are both black and white, marching together.
“Stonewall Protest in New York City” via MIT Post archives

These were protests that the New York City Riot Squad was attempting to shut down, in the 60s, with 60s police tactics. The people in this photo are so young. The three people in front can’t be older than 20. They are kids, marching in the street, risking their lives, to prove they exist and demand that they be allowed to. (Does this also sound familiar?)

Marsha, as well as a close friend of hers, a Latina trans woman named Sylvia Rivera, went on from Stonewall to become some of the most significant queer rights activists in history. These two founded the Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries (STAR) in 1970.

Sylvia Rivera and Marsha P. Johnson marching together at a protest in New York City. Sylvia is shouting and holding one half of a banner, the other side obscured. She wears a glittery tracksuit. Marsha is marching beside her, wearing a cape and her signature floral crown. Behind them, more protesters march.
Sylvia Rivera and Marsha P. Johnson marching together at a protest in New York City. Sylvia is shouting and holding one half of a banner, the other side obscured. She wears a glittery tracksuit. Marsha is marching beside her, wearing a cape and her signature floral crown. Behind them, more protesters march.
Photo via Queer|Art

The primary goal of STAR was to serve as a mutual aid and support network for homeless transgender youth in NYC. STAR owned a building on the lower East side, and from there, sheltered, fed, organized, and advocated for trans youth.

A black and white photograph showing Sylvia Rivera surrounded by four other visibly queer and gender nonconforming people, posed for a photograph for the queer magazine, Come Out.
A black and white photograph showing Sylvia Rivera surrounded by four other visibly queer and gender nonconforming people, posed for a photograph for the queer magazine, Come Out.

This year also saw the first Pride Parade, which was a celebration and vigil to commemorate the anniversary of the riot.

A black and white photo of a huge crowd gathered in New York City on the first anniversary of the Stonewall Riots, all holding candles aloft in rememberance.
A black and white photo of a huge crowd gathered in New York City on the first anniversary of the Stonewall Riots, all holding candles aloft in rememberance.
Legacy of Stonewall, Grey Villet/The LIFE Picture Collection

Marsha’s unique style of drag (mostly foraged from the dumpsters of NYC) and tenacity led her to become the most famous drag queen of her era, even touring the world with the drag theatre company, Hot Peaches, in 1972. She also performed with the Angels of Light in 1973.

This was probably the high point of Marsha P Johnson’s life.

Because fundamentally, the story of Marsha P Johnson is a story of failure. Not of her failure, but of the failure of her institutions, her peers, and her movement to prioritize their most vulnerable.

STAR was forced to close in 1973 but is still remembered as it was the first queer youth shelter in the United States as well as the first organization founded and run exclusively by trans women of color (that we know of).

The organizers of the 1973 Pride Parade banned both Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, claiming that drag queens and “transvestites” would give the cause of gay liberation “a bad name”. If this sounds familiar to the rhetoric currently circulating about whether kink and other “unseemly” queer presentations should be allowed at Pride, that’s because it’s the same recycled argument.

In protest, Johnson and Rivera then marched ahead of the beginning of the parade.

A black and white photograph of Marsha P. Johnson, smiling at the camera and wearing a floral crown. Text superimposed on the image reads, “‘No pride for some of us without liberation for all of us’ — Marsha P. Johnson, activist, revolutionary, one of the inciters of the Stonewall riots”
A black and white photograph of Marsha P. Johnson, smiling at the camera and wearing a floral crown. Text superimposed on the image reads, “‘No pride for some of us without liberation for all of us’ — Marsha P. Johnson, activist, revolutionary, one of the inciters of the Stonewall riots”

Throughout the 1970s, her drag performances heavily influenced the art form, and her protests heavily influenced the progression of queer rights.

She became so well known that in 1975 she was captured by Andy Warhol for his “ladies and gentlemen” series.

A stylized painting of Marsha P. Johnson, done in the enigmatic style of Andy Warhol.
A stylized painting of Marsha P. Johnson, done in the enigmatic style of Andy Warhol.

She became a marshal with ACT UP throughout the 1980s. She collaborated with and earned the respect of other activists, even the opposing force of hers in the queer rights movement, Randy Wicker.

Wicker had been one of the Mattachines, and one of the greatest proponents of the strategy that queer liberation could only come by convincing straight people that gay people were “just like them”. He was college-educated, wore a suit, and answered questions on television. This strategy was extremely popular at the time, especially by white gays and lesbians. This strategy also had no room for “distasteful” people.

Here is a video of organizers at the 1973 Pride Rally asking the crowd if they want to hear Sylvia Rivera speak. Watching her speak on the queer community at large ignoring the most vulnerable among them (trans people, people of color, incarcerated people, and especially people in more than one of those categories) is still chillingly compelling to watch fifty years later, and horrifying to recognize the same fights still being fought within our community.

You can, quite loudly, hear the crowd booing her before she speaks, giving a speech about the rights of queer prisoners, and calling out the crowd for ignoring them. She also speaks about STAR and calls the crowd out for ignoring its vulnerable transgender members.

STAR is trying to do something for all of us, not just white middle-class men and women in their white club. — Sylvia Rivera, 1973

Marsha P Johnson was not part of the white club.

She was about as far from the acceptable class of queer as one could be. She was a loud, black, mentally ill, homeless drag queen who refused to stay silent or to smother herself into “respectability”. Although she struggled with mental health issues, homelessness, and poverty throughout her life, she became known as “Saint Martha,” the patron saint of young homeless queer people. Reportedly she would give up anything and everything to help anyone who needed it.

A color photo of Marsha P. Johnson smiling at the camera. She is wearing red lipstick, pink eyeshadow, and a headpiece of white flowers. The text on this image reads, “‘You never completely have your rights, one person, until you all have your rights. And I feel as long as there’s one gay person who has to walk for gay rights, all of us should be walking for gay rights.’ — Marsha P. Johnson”
A color photo of Marsha P. Johnson smiling at the camera. She is wearing red lipstick, pink eyeshadow, and a headpiece of white flowers. The text on this image reads, “‘You never completely have your rights, one person, until you all have your rights. And I feel as long as there’s one gay person who has to walk for gay rights, all of us should be walking for gay rights.’ — Marsha P. Johnson”

She did not receive the same kindness; she remained destitute even as she was world-renowned. In 1992, Marsha told the world that she had been HIV+ since 1990.

On July 6th, 1992, at 46 years old, Marsha P Johnson’s body was found in the Hudson River in New York City. Without an investigation, police ruled her death a suicide.

Those who knew her, especially Sylvia Rivera, adamantly contested this, urging an investigation, especially after news surfaced that Marsha had been seen being harassed on the pier where her body was later found and that there was a massive wound to the back of her head.

A photo of Marsha P Johnson at a protest, dressed all in white robes, with a floral crown. Besides her, standing intimidatingly close, stands a shirtless, tattooed man.
A photo of Marsha P Johnson at a protest, dressed all in white robes, with a floral crown. Besides her, standing intimidatingly close, stands a shirtless, tattooed man.
Marsha P Johnson and friend at the Pride March, NYC, 1975 — Leonard Fink

An investigation was not conducted until activist Mariah Lopez succeeded in mounting enough pressure for the NYPD to reopen the case in 2012. So far there have been no new leads and no convictions.

A black and white photo of Marsha P Johnson posing in the middle of the street for the camera. She is wearing a floral shawl, a skirt, and is barefoot. She is smiling and striking a feminine pose.
A black and white photo of Marsha P Johnson posing in the middle of the street for the camera. She is wearing a floral shawl, a skirt, and is barefoot. She is smiling and striking a feminine pose.
Photo of unknown provenance via Archive of LGBT History

Marsha “Pay It No Mind” Johnson struggled for most of her life with mental illness; being hospitalized multiple times. She struggled with violent outbursts, despite her overall personality being incredibly kind, generous and patient.

A black and white photo of Marsha P Johnson, holding a black umbrella and a white purse, and wearing a fur coat at a protest. She is smiling.
A black and white photo of Marsha P Johnson, holding a black umbrella and a white purse, and wearing a fur coat at a protest. She is smiling.
Photo by Diana Davies/New York Public Library collection

Her activism was vilified, often from within the queer community itself, for its revolutionary inclusion. She advocated for sex workers, prisoners, drug users, the homeless, the mentally ill, transgender people, and those living with HIV and AIDS.

She was vocally in favor of mutual aid, vocally anti-police, and revolutionarily honest about her chronic mental illness, homelessness, drug use, and sex work.

A black and white photo of Marsha P Johnson sitting against a brick wall at a protest. She holds a sign that reads, “POWER TO THE PEOPLE”.
A black and white photo of Marsha P Johnson sitting against a brick wall at a protest. She holds a sign that reads, “POWER TO THE PEOPLE”.
Marsha P. Johnson at GLF demonstration at Bellevue Hospital, 1970, by Richard C. Wandel

She, both in being and in speaking, utterly rejected the idea that the queer community ought to become more palatable, and that individuals seek to make themselves more digestible to society at large in order to deserve respect.

So now we sit, in 2021, and attempt to weigh the life and legacy of a beautiful, vulnerable, complex and flawed person. When seeing all the tributes, all the murals, the statues planned in NYC and Marsha’s hometown, I am so struck with one overwhelming thought.

Where was all this money, this love, when she was here? The answer is devastating in its simplicity; it’s not.

The love and the money go towards a caricature of the person Marsha P. Johnson was. We made her digestible. We made her simple. We, as a community, let her wallow in poverty, let her be murdered, and now let her memory be sanitized and scrubbed clean of its significance or authenticity.

We have failed her, and we continue to fail her.

She may be gone, but so many others are here. Do you look away when you see them? Are you too afraid to include them in your activism for fear that they will make your cause harder to swallow? Do you turn them away because they aren’t “respectable enough” for your movement?

This article features almost as many photos of her as I could find. That’s for good reason. I want people to look her in the eyes, and recognize her whole humanity, and grapple with what we’ve done to her, collectively, through our negligence.

The part that absolutely breaks me, every single time, is that in almost every picture taken of her, Marsha P. Johnson is smiling.

Before anyone dares say it; she was not martyred. She was murdered. She didn’t want to die. She had a full life that she was living, and it was ripped away. There’s no justice, no glory, and no goodness to come of that.

A black and white photo of Marsha P. Johnson at a protest, holding one side of a banner proudly. She is smiling and standing up tall to hold the banner high.
A black and white photo of Marsha P. Johnson at a protest, holding one side of a banner proudly. She is smiling and standing up tall to hold the banner high.

The current discourse about cops wanting to feel “included” in Pride is so beyond disrespectful to her and uncounted others who were literally abused, murdered and their legacies systematically destroyed by these same officers. Pride, as an event, only exists because of their resistance and struggle. Blood was shed. Lives were lost.

And those whose systemic abuses led to this event, this celebration of resistance and solidarity and vigil for the unknown masses of our ancestors whose stories we may never know, now dare to complain that they are not invited?

If we are to honor Marsha P Johnson and her legacy, in any way that matters, we will do it through radical honesty and revolutionary kindness. We will do it by protecting the most vulnerable of our community, and rejecting the myths of respectability politics. We will do it by being radically authentic and kind to the abused, not their abusers.

A color photo of Marsha P. Johnson, smiling at the camera and wearing a floral crown and a pink dress. Text besides her photo reads, “‘History isn’t something you look back at and say it was inevitable, it happens because people make decisions that are sometimes very impulsive and of the moment, but those moments are cumulative realities.’ From the documentary Pay It No Mind: The Life and Times of Marsha P. Johnson”
A color photo of Marsha P. Johnson, smiling at the camera and wearing a floral crown and a pink dress. Text besides her photo reads, “‘History isn’t something you look back at and say it was inevitable, it happens because people make decisions that are sometimes very impulsive and of the moment, but those moments are cumulative realities.’ From the documentary Pay It No Mind: The Life and Times of Marsha P. Johnson”

If you found this article helpful or informative, please consider donating to the Marsha P Johnson Institute, a charity that promotes the safety and wellbeing of black transgender people, especially those facing homelessness. https://marshap.org/donate/

As Elle Hearns, the founder of the Marsha P Johnson Institute has said, “I don’t think Marsha has left anything behind besides the permission of us all to be free.”

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