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That's Q-U-I-N C E.com memory to get free shipping and 365 day returns. Quint.com memory this is the Memory Palace. I'm Nate DiMeo. A brief note after learning that the National Park Service has removed references to transgender people from the official webpage of the Stonewall Wall National Monument in New York, I am reading this aloud on 10 March 2025 the time stamp is important, I think, so that you listening to it, whenever you are listening to it, can do your best to contextualize or pinpoint or maybe recover the meaning of these words, how they were first spoken. Though as I read them now, mere days after I first started to write them, I can feel that that meaning has shifted somehow, already, has been changed by circumstances that seem to be changing so quickly these days in this particular historical moment, in ways that might not make sense to someone listening to this in the future. And if you are listening in the future, some years from now, just trust me, time feels strange right now somehow, at least here in the United States. And I suppose I'm saying all this in this odd way, probably off putting way, because I want you to know that language changes the words we use, how those words get used, by whom and to what ends, which I assume you know. But I want you to know, know to hold on to that idea and keep it with you, floating vaguely in that space that thoughts occupy when you really think about thoughts. And I want you to know that this language, the words that the Trump administration has targeted here, is part of a broader project, a political project, a historical project, a whole thing that I could talk about for something like forever, but I don't want to. I want to keep the focus tighter on one transgender that has been removed from this one webpage on February 12, 2025. That page read, I quote, before the 1960s, almost everything about living openly as a lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender or queer. And then in parentheses, LGBTQ person was illegal. Then the next day and each day since, at least at the time of this recording, it has read, quote, before the 1960s, almost everything about living openly as a gay, lesbian, bisexual person, which is grammatically lazy and confusing, but we'll move on, was illegal. And then in parentheses and further down the page in the caption to a clickable image of rainbow flags, it reads, illegal. What are LGB flags? And what days should we celebrate them? Click here to find out. There were transgender women at Stonewall. They didn't call themselves that when they were there. Some who were there, as I understand it, though I may not let's acknowledge that some who were there, who are still with us today, some 55 years later, still don't use that word to describe themselves. And so I don't say this to rebut them. I wouldn't dare to. I literally would not dare to. But there were trans women at Stonewall. They were there most nights before the riots or the uprising or revolution. Pick your word. Language changes that took place over the course of six nights in the summer of 1969. The Stonewall Inn had begun operating as a gay bar in 1967. It was run by the Mob, the Mafia, La Cosa Nostra, an organized criminal syndicate, whatever you want to call it. And in some ways, it had to be that way, because the Genovese crime family that owned and ran the Stonewall knew how to run illegal operations. And what was happening at the Stonewall was illegal. The solicitation of homosexual relations was illegal. Serving alcohol to suspected homosexuals was illegal. Cross dressing was illegal. Same sex kissing, never mind sex, close dancing wasn't legal. But the mob paid off the cops. And the cops would lay off the Stonewall. For the most part, though, about once a month, they'd roll in, for whatever reason, a show of force, make a quota, extract a larger bribe, what have you. They'd show up, they'd arrest some people, confiscate some liquor. But on most nights, people just got to be who they were there, at the Stonewall, down on Christopher Street. Meet some people who are like them, who might like them, maybe fall in love, maybe just dance, maybe just drink by themselves, go home wishing they'd talk to someone, maybe come back the next night and maybe be just a little bit braver, just live, if only for the evening, a bit more closely. To truly living. To living truly. And there would be trans women there. If you listen to the oral histories or read the memoirs of people looking back on their lives during the Stonewall riots, or read articles and manifestos, diaries written just then in the immediate aftermath, 1969, 70, you can't help but notice that language changes. The words they use to describe themselves and describe their lives at that time is in flux. It's contingent. It's often archaic and sometimes bracingly, not. The language of today, of queens and girls and sisterhood and hormones and transition being spoken into being the language of people figuring out who they were and what to call themselves, how they might live in a world that doesn't want them to figure that out or express it outwardly in any way. These are the first people to take hormones, to undertake experimental procedures, to seek gender affirming care, or to not to wrestle with what that might mean physically, psychologically, socially, culturally, linguistically. They were at the Stonewall Inn. They were on the street, they were at the parties, they were riding subways. They were living their lives, risking violence, enduring violence, getting arrested regularly, getting harassed and assaulted regularly, navigating places, even, like the Stonewall, where people didn't like the way they lived or the words they used. If you listen to the oral histories, read the memoirs, read the books, there are so many now about Stonewall, about the riots, the uprising, what have you, you will notice that the history is hard to pin down. No matter how many interviews are done, how many archives are built, no matter how thorough the research of any individual historian or of all historians in the aggregate, there are still things we don't know and won't, despite the fact that there were hundreds, maybe thousands of eyewitnesses that first night, because memory is strange and riots are chaotic. We don't know who threw the first stone. The Police came around 1:30 in the morning and raided the Stonewall. Again, just another raid, but this time, for reasons that historians and participants can't really pin down, the patrons didn't go quietly. There are conflicting accounts of just what went down and when and how. How it was that the police got pushed back and barricaded themselves in the bar. Which patron was the first to be beaten with a baton? Who in the crowd threw the first stone or penny or bottle or brick? Who was the first to shout gay rights? And was that the first time people had shouted that? How many people were even in the bar? How many trans women, how many? How many men in drag were dragged into the bathroom to have a policewoman inspect their bodies to see which jail they would be sent to, a humiliation that was all too familiar? How many people rushed to the scene to shout at those cops or just see what the commotion was all about? How many were gay, how many were men, how many were women? How many wouldn't claim either designation? How many were white? How many black, Puerto Rican? And who picked up the first stone, literal, metaphorical, and threw it? Who said, enough. This is enough. We're not taking this anymore. For half a century, people have worked through the record, worked through the artifacts, worked through the language to try to tell the story of Stonewall. People have fought about it, politicized it, internecine squabbles, factional struggles, academic arguments, righteous, ridiculous, venal, vital. All of it. That is how history gets made and gets written. All of it. The fights, even the politicization, has pushed the story of Stonewall to be more complicated, more inclusive, and therefore more true. For decades, it was a story told by and about white gay men. But by the time the Obama administration created the Stonewall national monument in 2016, trans women were at the center of the story. We're there at Stonewall. We're picking up a stone and now a new administration is trying to remove them from the story by removing a word. But they were there. There were people there. There are people here and there are stones. This episode of the Memory palace was written and produced by me, Nate DiMeo in March of 2025. This show gets research assistance from Eliza McGraw, who is a proud member of Radiotopia, a network of independently owned and operated listener supported podcast from prx, a not for profit public media company. This show is a member of Radiotopia because here I get to make this show precisely how I want to. If you ever want to support this show and support independent media, you can make a donation at Radiotopia fm. Donate. If you want to follow me on social media, you can do so on blueskyatedemaio, on Facebook and Twitter, at the Memory palace, on Instagram and substack Hememory palace podcast. 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