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It occurs when the new moon is in Scorpio and it is tradi- tionally celebrated in this country on October 31, Halloween. It is the time when we remember the ancestors who have gone before us and move joyfully into the future and the rebirth of the sun at the Winter Solstice. The Corn King, who was sacrificed at the Harvest Festival of Lammas, has made his way into the under- world to the nadir of his journey. He will be reborn from the womb of the mother goddess at Yule but for now he must rest with the dead. The veil is thin. If we pay attention our beloved dead will rise to greet us, comfort us and assure us that our own path through life is cyclical — we too . shall have the opportunity to rest and to be reborn. Several years ago, 1 par- ticipated in the Reclaiming Collective’s Samhain ritual in San Francisco. Over three thou- sand men, womyn, and children A participated in the ritual calling of the directions, the spiral dance and the invocation of god and goddess. In each of the four directions, a magnificent altar honoring the elements was built high into the ritual space, 10-15- 20 feet into the air. In the north, honoring earth and ancestors, was built a tremendous structure cov- ered with hundreds — if not thou- sands .— of names of the dead. At that time, queers were remember- ing Matthew Shepard, brutally beaten to death some months before. Two women, Julie Williams, a Burlington resident, and her girlfriend Lollie Winans, slaughtered by a misogynist homophobe on the Appalachian Trail, were also in our thoughts. Princess Diana, one of the first public figures to openly call out for an end to the brutal official silence surrounding HIV and AIDS, had died tragically two months before. This year at Samhain, I remember and honor Marsha Burnett, an African-American woman, a founder of ACT UP Springfield and Arise for Social Justice and a mother of four, who died from complications of AIDS in February of this year at the age of 47. I also want to celebrate the life of Sylvia Rivera on this Witches’ New Year. Sylvia was a transgender warrior, Stonewall rioter and tireless advocate for homeless queer youth. She died during the same cycle of the moon as Marsha, from cancer, in New York City where she had been fighting for justice for almost five decades. Marsha was one of the most significant figures in my life as an activist from the time I met her in 1995, shortly afier she moved to Vermont from Massachusetts. Her influence per- meated virtually every aspect of Vennont’s radical community. By 1995, she had long ago tested positive for HIV and been diag- nosed with AIDS. When she died in February, 2002 she was one of a very small community of long- term survivors. Indeed, she was a POZ Magazine cover girl in her last year, in a story on what keeps long-terrn survivors ticking. Marsha held onto her‘life and her Samhain occurs when the new moon is in Scorpio and it is -- e thought first of her fellow poor people, those who had been rejected by a materialist society. I learned at her funeral that it didn’t take infection with HIV to radicalize Marsha, she had been organizing against injustice from the time she was a little girl in the poor, black neigh- borhoods of Springfield. The A funereal unification of her family and friends in Massachusetts, mostly black, mostly Christian, with her anarchist family and friends from Vermont, mostly white, mostly atheist, pagan or pantheist, was a sight to behold. In death, Marsha brought togeth- er a group of people who almost certainlywould have found it dif- ficult to be together under differ- ent circumstances. Her POZ Magazine cover photo was placed carefully against the urn that held her ashes. Her thirteen-year-old twin daughters looked radiant as they spoke with everyone at the funeral. I never knew Sylvia Rivera, but she will forever be linked in my mind with the last lesson in solidarity Marsha Burnett taught me. When I came traditionally celebrated in this country on October 31, Halloween. activism with a tenacious grip, pulling back from the brink of death time after time. Her activism revolved around making connections — to Marsha there was no difference between clas- sism, sexism, homophobia, eco- nomic oppression and militarism. All oppressions of the human spirit were to be resisted with a force of will that belied her small frame and increasingly wasted body. In the time that I knew her Marsha taught sex workers in Nicaragua how to put on con- doms with your mouth, and she organized women in the U.S. and Colombia to fight the Reagan / Bush / Clinton / Bush “war on drugs” (to Marsha, U.S. drug pol- icy was a direct attack on poor people the world over). She fought tirelessly for political pris- oner Mumia Abu-Jamal and against the racist death penalty. She refused to allow the Massachusetts foster care system to place her kids in abusive foster homes. In her spiritual life, Marsha proudly claimed a Christian identity and always wore a small gold cross around her neck. Like Christ, Marsha out and began focusing most of my activism on work with the Radical Faeries and later on my job at Outright Vermont, I lost - track of a lot of my other work on economic and racial justice. I was queer and I was doing queer work. Even my spiritual practice had taken a distinctly faggot bent — my ritual life was restricted to Faerie magic. Shortly before Marsha passed on, I began receiving e- mails about Sylvia Rivera, her ill- ness and her impending death. Sylvia had participated in the Stonewall rebellion and since that time had struggled to maintain a radical transgender presence in an increasingly assimilationist gay and lesbian political movement. Sylvia organized with young, homeless sex workers on New York’s Christopher Street Piers. She worked to provide emer- gency and long—term housing for transgender youth. She was, apparently, an endless thorn in the side of New York’s main- stream gay rights groups that just wanted the straight world to accept them as “nonnal.” When Sylvia died, the New York Faeries and many >>