Well, there’s no update on Sanesha Stewart, really. She’s still dead, still just as murdered by an asshole acquaintance who thought he could get away with it by fabricating a “trans panic” story. But her community is still alive, and there will be a vigil tomorrow in the Bronx to honor her memory and her life. I thought I would pass this along not only for readers who have been following this tragic story, but also in case anyone wants to help support her grandmother in paying for the funeral costs. No update at the moment about the trial of her killer.
Join Family, Friends and Community Members Saturday, April 5 for a Community Vigil to Honor the Memory and Celebrate the Life of Sanesha Stewart
Saturday April 5, 2008
1:00 PM
Bronx Community Pride Center
448 East 149th Street
Bronx, New York 10455
2 train to 3rd Ave/149th Street Station
For more information call: 718-292-4368 or 1-866-4GAYCARE
If you would like to make a financial contribution to the family of Sanesha Stewart to help pay for funeral expenses, please send a check or money order to:
Evelyn Stewart
3529 Tieman Ave. Apt 2
Bronx, NY 10469
Thanks, I was wondering about this.
one comment here, and 84 comments on the white feminist post above.
the check is in the mail.
Well, what are you going to say, really?
Little Update: the memorial was sad and moving. Everyone was crying, especially when Sanesha’s family got up to talk about their loss and how much they missed her. There was some singing, and other ceremonies, and a reverend said some moving words about being true to yourself in the face of adversity.
There was one section of the program where the audience was asked to call out the names of LGBT folks who had been the victims of violence, but it was just too overwhelming — it wasn’t hard to tell, at the moment or in the aftermath, that there were so many names known by so many people in the room (like every single one of SRLP’s clients, practically) that we could have stayed all night saying names and feeling increasingly horrible and helpless. The realization was just too much to deal with, and we all fell silent. I’m sorry to all those whose names went unsaid.