Here for the Sunrises

the countdown

I am 81 years old and dependent on a tube up my nose for enough oxygen to continue seeing sunrises. I lived in NYC in the late sixties, early seventies and spent many an evening in Stonewall. The place was frequently raided by the police and there was usually press to photograph their "bravery" as they rousted patrons of the Inn. Since many of us were professionals, we wore wigs or otherwise disguised ourselves so as not to lose tenure. There was also an understanding among patrons that, should a certain light which was mounted high on a wall over the dance floor begin signaling (it was very much like the rotating alert light on emergency vehicles of the era), it was time to change partners from same sex to opposite. You see, little did they know, but the police were actually creative an environment where SOLIDARITY could grow a flourish.

No other explanation for the riot was/is necessary. Our familial roots grew deep and strong. Our frustration for autonomous life and our resentment for the distain were felt by each and collectively we were munition.

I am 81 years old, continuing to see sunrises and recollecting a past that was a glorious becoming. So, when I see your models celebrating their freedoms, I rejoice at heart. That's what it was for; freedom. Also, for the wisdom gained as an individual and the collective sagacity of people. We will not be overcome. We will be.