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The first time

I ran away from home, I was 15.

As soon as I moved to New York,

I was working at a coffee shop.

When I decided to transition,

I was fired.

And that is how I found out

about The Stroll.

I was doing sex work there.

There were

no other opportunities

for trans women at the time.

I spent almost ten years

of my life out there.

It was fun at first. I was like,

"Oh, I'm making more money

than I'm making in my job."

Please.

Then I started doing

the weekend ho thing,

and then it just became, like...

...an everyday thing.

It's been good for me in a way,

you know what I'm saying?

Because I've been able to eat.

I've been able to live.

I've been able to survive.

Some filmmakers were doing

a documentary,

so I had cameras following me,

and these videos,

majority of the time

I was on cocaine.

And I think in that clip

right there, I was explaining

how exhausted I was

of the every day

just living to do this.

When I was approached to be

a subject of a documentary,

I knew that that could be

a segue way into filmmaking.

But what I discovered

is that didn't have control

over my own story.

And so it really motivated me

to start my journey

as a director.

I was determined to make a film

about The Stroll.

I wanted to know the history

of how long trans women

had been coming into the area,

and for how long sex work

has been a part of our story.

We were pushed out

of the neighborhood years ago

and now you don't see us

here anymore.

My mission was to tell

this story before we're gone.

I felt that I could get it right

if I was the one to tell it.

Egyptt interview,

A camera. Take one.

Welcome, Egyptt.

Um, I'm so excited to speak

to you today about our history.

For somebody who has so much

lived experience

that the little time

that I was out there,

you know, I can't even

encompass half of the stuff

that you've been through

and the history that you're

gonna share with us.

I'm so honored to have you

sitting here with us right now.

Well, I feel so blessed

to be here to tell my story,

because a lot of times

when they do stories like this,

they cut out the good parts

on the true meaning

of what we had to go through.

Some of it is traumatic.

Um, some of it was happy,

some of it was sad,

but overall it was an experience

and history

that needs to be told.

Izzi interview,

A cam. Take one.

I want you to be comfortable.

- Right.

- Your regular self.

It's just me and you having

our everyday conversation,

- you're telling me stories.

- Okay.

I consider myself

to be of transgender experience

because I spend half of my life

as a transgender woman

and half of my life

as a non-binary boy.

For me,

life as a young trans person

was very difficult.

It was a whole different

kind of learning process

for me and everybody around me.

Coming from a prominent

Black family, middle class,

um, my dad was a mason,

had a lot of rules

and regulations

around masculinity.

I was the child that didn't

want to play football,

didn't want to mud roll,

didn't want to do any of that.

I wanted to jump rope,

cut up the curtains

and turn them

into evening gowns.

That was me. I was the child

that got caught

in high heels all the time.

I started at an early age.

Growing up, for me,

being in a household,

there was specific gender roles.

The women cooked,

the men worked.

The kitchen was, like,

specific for the women,

and, um, for me,

my mom would let me in there

with all my sisters.

I was the only male born

one that was allowed there.

Even though my grandmother

was affirming,

my other siblings weren't.

My aunts and uncles,

they didn't understand.

My community in the neighborhood

that I grew up in,

was very harmful.

We're siblings.

Biological sisters.

One hundred percent.

I'm the oldest.

And a lot of people

don't believe us,

but we are literally siblings.

Don't breathe.

Being Pentecostal, my uncle

was the pastor of our church.

There was a lot of pressure

in being the stereotypical,

cisgender heterosexual male

for them.

Our family

did not give us the tools

necessary for us

to grow healthily.

My mother always told me,

never let anyone tell

you can't do something.

And when they told me

that I had to leave

because of all of this,

I said, "You always told me,

'never let no one tell

you can't do something.'"

I ran away.

I ran away to save my life.

I ran away so I could breathe.

I ran away to get the hell away

from those people.

I ran away for peace of mind,

for safety.

Yes,

I had to sleep on the train.

Yes, I was homeless.

I'd rather the A train

than that house

with all that pomp

and circumstance

and all of the "religion."

I was safer in the street

than I was ever

in that household.

It was 1983.

I was on my own.

I was transitioning

at this time.

Back then, being a trans woman,

unless you had your ID changed

and Social Security card,

you couldn't just walk

into a place and get a job.

Some people choose sex work

because they want to.

Some choose it

because they had no choice.

A lot of us back then

did not have a choice

because jobs

were not accessible to us.

At that time,

people were not hiring

people that looked like me.

So girls did

what they had to do,

and that was to go

to the Ho Stroll.

I would say every borough

had a stroll

where the girls would work.

The Stroll

in the Meatpacking District

was nothing

but transwomen down there.

It was a place where

the young gays, the older gays,

cross-dressers,

trans women, drag queens,

they can go and make money.

So the tricks knew

what they was getting

because

that was the only people

that hustled down

in the village.

Every q*eer young person knew

that Christopher Street

in the Village was the gay mecca

of New York City.

- Hey, girl!

And the further west you went,

the more empty it became.

There you could see q*eer people

having fun

and being sexually free.

By the water, there were

these dilapidated piers

where you would see gay men

having sex.

And in the center of it all

was this ten-by-12-block radius

called the Meatpacking District.

We called 14th Street

The Stroll,

and that was our turf.

The Meatpacking District

was not a neighborhood

people came to.

You never walked

into this neighborhood.

There was a very defined

dividing line at Eighth Avenue.

I am a long-time resident

of the Meatpacking District.

I have a gallery

in the Triangle Building

and everybody

knows this building

'cause it's in the middle

of the street.

This space

was in The Village Voice.

Eighteen hundred square feet

with a wood-burning fireplace.

I called somebody who I knew

lived in the building,

and I said, you know,

"What is it like down there?

You know, it looks really grimy.

It looks really dangerous.

Everybody says it's dangerous."

And she said,

"It's not dangerous at all.

It's wonderful.

It stinks because

it is the Meatpacking District

and there's blood and inedibles

and meat all around.

But besides that,

it's a great neighborhood."

People wouldn't even

walk through it.

People walked through

the meat market back then,

they-- they held their nose.

I mean, you had to be one of us

to get used to the odors.

Without a doubt,

it was its own little city.

And every building

had a meat company in it.

Back then you would

have to be careful,

when you were

walking down the street,

you couldn't walk too close

to a truck

because the meat

would come flying off.

That's how fast

the trucks were unloaded.

Just the amount of meat

that was cut here.

Back then, to me,

it was just

the most amazing place.

Well, the first time I came here

was when I was driving a taxi.

I was born up in the Bronx,

so I had all these questions

about my sexuality

that I was trying

to come to terms with,

and I discovered

The Meatpacking District.

You have all these fetish bars,

fetish clubs,

underground events,

brick factories,

and falling apart buildings

and empty lots.

The life, the light,

the shadows.

It was such a film noir

kind of atmosphere,

and that's what I wanted

to capture with my camera.

There were prosties here

almost 24/7.

Uh, they would conduct

their business in parked cars

right on the street,

and the prosties would often

hang out under the elevated

West Side Highway,

and, y'know,

wait for passing johns.

The S&M bars, the hookers,

the meatpackers.

That's what was down here.

When I first went out there,

it felt like we were going

through a secret passage.

I just saw

all these beautiful women,

and I was like, "Oh, my God,

what is all these girls

doing out here?

They so beautiful."

I remember one particular night,

this girl asked me to block her

while she fixed her tuck.

I said, "Tuck,"

I said, "What is that?"

And this girl looked nice.

So while she was fixing

her tuck,

I turned around and I looked,

and I said, "Oh, my God,

you have a penis."

She was like,

"I'm a trans woman."

And I said, "This is what

all these girls out here are?"

I said, "Oh, my God,

I want to do this. This is me."

I said, "I... I got to do this."

I remember, like, when I first stepped on

to 14th Street, when we came

around that corner

and all I seen were,

like, it felt like hundreds

of trans women were out there.

But I remember it was...

I saw you, and Ceyenne,

and a bunch of other girls.

And it was just amazing,

like, to see

strong Black trans women.

Yeah.

This is what started my journey

because I wanted to be that.

And I used to watch the girls.

And then it was when I came

to the decision,

I was like,

"I'm going to...

...you know, transition." And...

Because I had seen everybody

so confident in themselves.

And so I was able to draw that

out of myself.

So when I first stepped

on to that Stroll,

it empowered me to be like,

"If they can live

their life like this,

then I can live my life

like this too."

Right here, the picture

was taken back there...

- Oh, really?

-...the reflection of the--

-It was water.

- Okay.

The coat opened out--

It was taken right there.

Wow.

Because there was nobody back here

- but me and the photographer.

- Okay.

I was gonna let you

see the goods for free, baby.

You can't see it for free, girl.

But I didn't have

all this va-va-la-voom then.

But, um, I have arrived now.

Thank you.

I can't believe it's still here.

I'm reminiscing.

This was my favorite

little corner right here.

This is where I worked at.

I didn't allow no one

in that corner.

- Oh, my God. I'm right here.

-Oh, she loves the trucks.

I used to-- We used to take them

back here, look,

because sometimes the people

would forget to lock the trucks,

because there was nothing

in the back of the trucks

but funky meat

that ain't there no more,

so we would take the clients

right back here.

Don't get stuck

back there, honey.

Oh, no, baby.

Big Mama's in charge now,

she gets stuck nowhere, darling.

-Open the door.

-Yeah. I'm not touching it now.

But, you know, back then,

we would open up the door

and take a client back,

that was like the hotel room.

You know, the guy's back there.

And do what Mother does best.

The Stroll mothers.

They was the ones who took us

under their wing.

These girls showed me the ropes.

These girls showed me

what streets to stay safe on,

what not to do,

so that the minute

I got off on 14th Street

on the PATH train

and I started walking,

and you could hear

the clickety-clack of the heels.

I knew that was Ceyenne,

I knew Nicole

was around the corner.

I knew where everybody was at.

It was just the banter,

the allure of just having

that, "How's tricks, girl?"

"Oh, it's late...

oh, it's late for you,

not for me, girl.

You should go home."

Just the cattiness of it.

Like, these girls taught me

how to survive.

In the middle of West Side Highway,

that people today

call the High Line,

was the train tracks.

When I first went out there

with one of my girlfriends,

I was petrified.

I mean, she's walking up

and down the street,

calling cars,

and I'm like,

"What are you doing?"

She said, "This is how

we're going to make some money."

People are tooting their horns at me,

and people trying to get me

in their cars

and I kept saying no.

Until she said,

"Girl, the only way

you're gonna get money,

you have to get in a car.

Go do what you gotta do.

Don't let them make you do

anything you don't want to do."

I've had clients

that want me to do

some of the weirdest things.

But let me tell you

about this client.

This client was weird.

This guy

would do pretend blowjobs

and pretend sex and pay me

-for prete-- Yes.

-For dollar?

Yes, I remember. I remember now,

he was very, like, hygienic.

He was practicing

social distancing

before it became a trend.

Yeah, I was--

This mortician guy, right,

and he would date me

and I would go up to his house

and I would sit

in his stairwell,

it was like a 100 dollars in,

like, three minutes,

maybe less than three minutes,

because all he did was take me,

spin me around, and by the time

I came back this way,

he had already nutted

on the floor and I left.

One of my first nights out there,

I went with this guy to a hotel,

and I was like, "Okay, so...

um-- I'm going to be a bottom

for you." Whatever, whatever.

Is it okay if I explain it?

- Girl, you're fine.

- Okay.

Pegging, they call it pegging

today, but...

Okay.

In my mind, being on 14th Street

when I was a beginner,

nobody told me

the... the ifs and outs about,

"Okay, you're a trans woman,

you use your tool,

or, your wand."

I figured out

that I was very well-endowed,

which I didn't really look

at my private parts, so...

That played... That played

a lot in my life with...

'cause-- because I used

to make so much money.

And how old were you when you

first went out to The Stroll?

Um, I think I was 15. Fifteen.

The first time

that I've ever seen The Stroll,

stepping back, was scary.

I'm not gonna lie.

It gave me anxiety.

I was having a panic att*ck

because I didn't wanna

have sex with people.

That wasn't really

what I was interested in.

But I had no clue

on how to get money

at 15 years old

on the street.

So that's where I ended up.

I cried.

I cried like a baby.

First time I had to do

sexual acts

with someone for money

and he told me to get out.

The first time,

I was traumatized

because this man wanted me

to do some sexual act

with him for money.

And I knew

what I was going to do.

But it's--

when you actually do it

the reality sets in,

"What are you doing?"

And it was terrifying.

Right, 'cause like,

I'm not really

attracted to this man.

Not at all.

Because you got to realize,

you have all different shapes,

colors and sizes.

I've gotten in cars with people

with the worst thing

I've ever seen

in my entire life.

It was like, "Oh, my God."

But those Benjamins

sounded great.

I remember,

it was a warm night.

And I was feeling myself. I was.

This young man

pulled up in a car

and he was mad cute.

And I thought to myself,

"Elizabeth, you deserve

a little bit of fun time.

So go ahead. Have your fun."

I remember him taking me

to the side

of St Vincent Hospital.

Went to go perform on him.

And that's when I heard

the back door

is open to the car.

Next thing I know,

he punched me out.

And between all three of them...

...assaulted me and robbed me.

I ran into St. Vincent Hospital,

into the ER waiting area.

I was just literally assaulted

and I was screaming for help.

And the security guard

told me that I had to leave,

that I couldn't be there.

And I remember...

basically telling him,

"You know what, f*ck you,"

picked up my strap,

one of my straps,

and walked out

and walked to The Stroll crying.

You know,

whether it was from the police

who chased you and b*at you up,

and wanted to force you

to have sex,

whether it was from the john

who didn't have enough money

and you knew he was short,

so you was trying to get away

from him,

but he wanted you

to finish the job.

A lot of the guys knew

where we populated at,

and sometimes

that became very unsafe.

I had a little bit of everything

in my pocketbook.

Mace, hammer, you name it.

I learned to defend myself

because I was always

in close proximity of v*olence.

There was a lot of times

where I came into danger.

Then that's when I became

the Battle Bot.

You know, you wasn't gonna

take my money.

You wasn't gonna b*at me up.

I was gonna get you

before you got me.

Wonder Woman

is this all-powerful woman

who can handle anything.

I call 'em

my Wonder Woman powers

because I have to deal

with crazy people,

when I'm getting in

and out of your car.

I don't know where you're going

to be at.

You don't know

what their motives are.

You don't know

what type of mood they're in.

So you have to be able

to think that fast.

And I love

that you call it Wonder Woman,

because I used to call it

Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

And I'm out here slaying

all these dicks.

If I ever got in trouble

with one person, a guy,

every girl that was

on The Stroll was there.

The girls stuck together

more then

and protected each other.

Especially

when we were in danger.

Because if one was in trouble,

we all were in trouble.

And that, I miss that part

about the rallying together

to protect each other.

- Oh, he is cute!

- Look, they ready.

Hey, boo.

- Uh-uh. No.

- No!

No, we're talking about our lives.

We're talking about our lives...

out here before this

became this.

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

Oh!

He said, "I remember that."

I'm sure you do.

What's your name?

- Bob.

- Bill.

Bill? Bob Reg, Bob Regular?

Still got it.

Wait, you gotta get

in the mirror.

That bitch has still got it.

You got to tell them.

Come on, baby. Check your face.

What did you say?

The diva will what?

Will succeed.

Pump. Pump.

The diva will succeed.

You know this is huge.

And you ain't probably

take this trip in a minute.

I remember, with The Vault.

And RuPaul.

Remember when RuPaul

used to be out here?

And she used to film her videos

with the tricks?

Located in

Manhattan's Lower West Side.

The meat market is filled

with tr*nsv*stite hookers

by night.

I ought to know because

I live right around the block.

I asked some of the girls,

boys, girls, whatever.

If I could, you know,

take a look

inside of their world.

Let's go see what's going on.

Maybe I'll get lucky.

Maybe I'll make my rent money.

Come on, you guys.

I was looking

for footage for the doc,

that's when I seen the clip.

When I was researching,

I was starting

with transgender hookers.

And that wasn't the right word.

The right word

was tr*nsv*stite hookers.

Do you have a boss?

Do you work for yourself?

Oh, yeah, for myself, of course.

Are you ever scared

out here on the street?

Yeah. Huh. Sometimes it's hard,

you know? Sometimes...

Sometimes people get

really rough, though.

And, uh, you know,

I have been in some--

my purse has been stolen

several times, though.

But it's very much

to be careful.

You carry some mace

or something in your purse,

honey, and you've got to mace

these m*therf*ckers

'cause they crazy.

Ru should have known better.

I felt like, from her tone

that this was lighthearted

and a joke for her.

I've had to talk

to people or be with people

who I didn't necessarily know

and I had to be friendly

with them, you know?

And that's the hooking sense.

And so what's the difference?

I guess the difference is

I didn't have to go down

on those people,

but if you ask me...

...it's almost the exact same.

I love it.

I may have to change my vocation.

The reality of homelessness

and transitioning

and trans life in general.

It was r-- it was difficult.

Because we got shunned

from society.

We couldn't find work

without having to revert back

to presenting as cis.

The longer you are there,

it becomes more

like a dead-end street.

I had to sleep

in a movie theater.

And being like...

"I'm a trans woman,

a homeless trans woman

sleeping in this

movie theater, like,

this is as close to Hollywood

I'm gonna get."

But I refused to let the world

b*at me down.

Back then,

we just took our punches.

We've been taking them

for decades.

The sixth precinct is located

in Greenwich Village,

where many h*m* live.

It also encompasses

a parking area for trucks

under the West Side Highway

along the Hudson River.

The trucks are a known

gathering spot

and solicitation area

for h*m*

who use the trucks

for sexual acts.

Certain acts committed

by h*m*,

uh, such as dressing in drag,

hanging around the trucks,

as we refer to it

in the sixth precinct,

and certain-- As we term it,

unnatural acts

or which may be committed

on the street.

Do you think

that has really helped

the image of the h*m*?

I absolutely, 100 percent,

wholeheartedly think

that the sixth precinct

of the NYPD had full,

utter contempt

towards the trans community.

I had a total of 68 arrests.

-If I'm not mistaken.

-Oh, wow.

You know, I passed through

a lot of experience

with the NYPD.

Especially sixth precinct.

Tasty Tuesdays

and Tasty Thursdays.

It's funny that y'all

called it that

because we called it TNT.

You... You know, there was times

that the girls already knew

the schedule

and it would be empty.

So, I guess once they seemed

to have been emptied,

the girls started getting

the hang of the lock up days.

That's when they started

switching it around

and lock you up on a Friday.

You didn't want

to get locked on a Friday

- because then that's all weekend in jail.

- Yep.

You know, the days that you know

that you're gonna spend

the weekend in the bullpens.

Yeah, I've made

those mistakes a few times.

Yeah.

You had to stay busy

to avoid the police.

You had to, like,

stay on the move.

And sitting, sitting on a car,

smoking a cigarette, maybe,

acting like I'm talking

on a phone that don't work...

...and that kept me alive.

"Walking While Trans"

is a piece of legislation

that allowed sex workers,

especially trans sex workers,

to be stop-and-frisk

for decades.

I was arrested many times

just going to the store

to get bread, for example,

and police officers

would arrest me

under the suspicion

that I was loitering

for purposes of prostitution.

You would sit in a police vehicle,

a half a block to a block away.

You would have

a set of binoculars.

All right. You would focus in

on a particular area.

While you're focusing

on that particular area,

you write down the time

you started looking.

As vehicles make the turn,

depending on where it is,

either the he/she

or tr*nsv*stite waves him down

or they stop

and have a brief conversation.

That's one, it repeats again.

That's two.

It repeats a third time.

That's three.

After the third time,

we will slowly drive up.

One of us will exit

out of the radio car.

The other will drive past.

And we'll basically close in,

and put the individual

under arrest.

Put the individual in the back

of the police car,

take it to another location,

put it in a van

as a holding area.

Then we will go back

and repeat it,

depending on how many girls

we're gonna take in that night.

Last Sunday night

that just passed,

we locked up six females...

the rest of the night,

the whole area was clear...

which basically lets them know

that we're not playing around

and we'll be out again

and we'll lock them up again.

Until they get the message

and realize

that 14th Street

is not prostitution.

A lot of my clients were officers,

a lot of my client-- COs,

officers, all of it.

One, he used to drive

a paddy wagon.

He was a Black guy,

and he would pick me up

and we would go

right on the West Side Highway.

You know, so he wasn't shy

about what he was doing.

Two days ago,

there was an officer.

And he turned trick with me

and he said that he was--

he's all for it,

and he wanted it

to be legalized.

He was a nice officer.

Very cute, if I must say.

How'd you pick him up,

was he on duty?

No he was off duty,

in a gorgeous car.

He was in a stingray.

I was gasping

when I found out

he was an officer.

I actually gave fellatio

to a very beautiful, beautiful,

beautiful young Black man

who was a cop.

And after I was done

doing his deed, he arrested me.

I drive around here,

but, uh, I don't go out.

Why d'you drive around here?

'Cause I lock 'em up

on occasion.

They used to come around

in different type of vehicles

to count the girls

on The Stroll.

We didn't know who's who.

You know, everybody's a client.

Everybody's a trick.

So we would not notice that

and then the paddy wagon

would come like 15 or 20 minutes

later to swipe us all up.

When the police were around,

the girls would scream, "Mag,"

like the TV show Magnum P.I.

Once you heard "Mags,"

then you would see

the girls dipping and dodging

under trucks and around corners.

The police would scramble

the girls

by driving the squad cars

on top of the sidewalk,

blaring their sirens

to chase us out of the area.

And after the cops went away,

the girls would reemerge

from under the trucks

and get back to work.

Some nights

you may get arrested,

spend the night in jail,

get a little community service,

and then we'd be back

on The Stroll

the very next night.

We can't just be

normal people that work.

They will categorize us

as sex workers first

before employers,

employees, before anything.

We will be drug addicts,

whores, and prostitutes

before we're...

I hope their tires bust.

...specifically h*m*,

uh, on the street,

possibly fondling each other

in a-- in an unlawful manner.

A lot of my time

I would go to the library

to rest and have some kind

of shelter over my head.

And so I would find myself

researching.

I was always into history,

specifically trans history,

and I would always talk

to the older girls on The Stroll

about the '70s and '80s.

And then one day

I met Sylvia Rivera.

I said, "Are we happy?"

When I first met Sylvia Rivera

in the summer of 2000,

I wish I had just paid

a little bit more attention.

Sylvia was a sex worker

and activist

who had been around for decades.

She was one of the initiators

of the Stonewall riots.

I think Sylvia being

out on the streets

and having to fend for herself

at such an early age,

she saw herself

in many of our shoes,

in many of our situations.

She is the icon.

She was like the mother

of the community,

her and Marsha.

Marsha and Sylvia founded STAR,

Street tr*nsv*stite

Action Revolutionaries,

the first trans sex workers

rights organization.

Marsha and I both grew up

at a very early age

on Times Square.

Marsha was seven years

my senior,

and we had seen the suffering

from the '60s into the '70s

of the trans youth

and the gay youth

being homeless,

because, um,

we'd either run away

or either we get kicked out

from our home.

I think the gay community wanted

to be accepted

into mainstream society

to show people that h*m*

are just like everybody else.

So when you have trans

and gender nonconforming people,

it just makes things

a little bit

more difficult to explain.

Y'all all better quiet down.

Y'all tell me go and hide

my tail between my legs.

I will never longer

put up with this sh*t.

I have been beaten,

I have had my nose broken,

I have been thrown in jail.

I have lost my job,

I have I lost my apartment

for gay liberation.

And you all treat me this way?

What the f*ck's wrong

with you all?

Think about that.

Sylvia was like a blueprint,

you know, seeing her up there

on that stage, getting hoarse,

screaming at everybody.

I knew that there was

a need for that.

And if she could do it,

I could do it.

Or at least try.

The mainstream

lesbian and gay community

drove Sylvia and Marsha crazy

because they put themselves

on the line to fight

for gay liberation and power.

After all they fought for,

they were pushed to the side.

Gay America does not care.

They don't care about their own.

We did. We did, when we -- in 1970.

We had to build them,

we did everything.

We f*cking fed, we fed children.

We took care of children.

Damn it! This is my history.

This was literally

a dilapidated pier

with holes in it.

There was nothing here

for years.

- Nothing.

- And then you had this

whole, like, area

with Sylvias encampment.

'Cause this-- I can't even tell

what it is anymore.

Oh, that's right.

But basically

where we're at, right,

standing right here

is where the encampment was.

It used to be

where a lot of homeless

q*eer youth

used to spend the night.

Didn't have anywhere to go.

They knew this was

like a safe place

to be able to congregate,

sometimes spend the night

and sleep here.

I actually spent

several nights in this.

We've all spent the night

on this thing.

-At some point.

-Yeah.

I was on the pier

where we literally had huts.

People started making more

and more and more.

You had single room ones.

You had three bedroom ones.

That's how big they got.

They was like

your own apartment.

This is my little segment of the house,

because Vinny and Tom

live on that side.

You can go in.

You know, it's, you know,

very decor, you know,

we have a film crew. You know,

we have it dressed up.

Down there was Shady Brook Lane.

We had like five or six

other houses down there

with another open kitchen.

We had a Thanksgiving dinner,

and we had Christmas here

one year.

And, um,

we had lots of fun here.

It became a village of people

taking care of each other.

This our neighborhood.

Excuse me.

Dont be going in my house!

One day,

policemen came over.

They gave us a certain date.

"On that date,

were putting gates up."

This is when they said,

"You guys have to leave."

I, Rudolph William Giuliani.

"Do solemnly swear."

Do solemnly swear...

"That I will support the

the constitution of the Unit..."

With the pledge to fight crime

and the city's nagging deficit,

Rudolph Giuliani

took the oath of office

as the 107th mayor of New York.

Giuliani, a former US attorney

and the first Republican elected

in nearly two decades,

narrowly defeated incumbent

David Dinkins on a platform

to take back

New York's dangerous streets.

American cities

can't survive as we know them

if they remain so violent.

The era of fear has had

a long enough reign.

The period of doubt

has run its course.

New York is in the middle

of its worst recession

for 50 years.

But the economy

isn't the key issue here.

The one issue today that

obsesses New Yorkers. Crime.

Rudy Giuliani brought in

Broken Windows Policing.

Broken windows theory

is basically that,

where there is disorder there--

it will lead to violent crime.

So, they basically elided things

like graffiti, loitering,

boomboxes, sex work,

with r*pe and m*rder.

So when you see graffiti,

someone's gonna

get r*ped and m*rder*d.

This is not true.

It's been debunked,

but in the dominant imagination

of the ruling class,

disorder has to be destroyed

to keep us safe.

If one window is left broken,

the theory goes,

others are shattered.

Pretty soon,

the entire building,

the entire neighborhood, decays.

Where we seen

back in the '70s and '80s,

girls were getting arrested

sporadically,

Giuliani literally came for us

in ways that we've never

seen before.

We were taken out of a place

of freedom

and put into a place

where we were cattle.

Christopher Street became

his target.

42nd Street became his target.

These were known places

where we could thrive

and survive.

We want to show people

improvement in the quality

of their life, that things

are getting better for them,

that things are safer,

quieter, more peaceful.

A city that they can use

and enjoy.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Washington Square Park

is now closed.

This is where I live

and I don't like to see this

and I don't like

to deal with this.

So if they can-- can cr*ck down

on that and get rid

of some of that stuff,

I'd be very pleased.

The police aim

to please with their cr*ck down.

This week they showed off

the kind of new equipment

which cost the department

half a million dollars.

Night vision cameras,

miniature tape recorders,

noise meters.

Officers in Greenwich Village

have written nearly

2000 summonses since March.

People without IDs are brought

to the precinct station,

and those who fail to show

in court are tracked down.

If you don't respond,

if you just throw it

in your drawer

and forget about it,

it comes back as a warrant

for your arrest.

You stop doing it

for a while,

it comes back just as bad

if not worse than before.

You have to keep after it.

It's like a police state

in a way,

sometimes the way

they just stop people at will.

r*cist, sexist, anti-gay!

Giuliani, go away!

r*cist, sexist, anti-gay!

Giuliani, go away!

Quality of life initiatives

made you ask, "Whose life?"

Because these were initiatives

that were supposed to "clean up"

the neighborhoods

by removing people

who were unwanted

by the homeowners,

the affluent taxpayers.

They wanted to get rid

of things like...

...squeegee people,

panhandlers,

young people hanging out,

pretty much anybody of color

who was not in a uniform.

I mean,

it was profoundly r*cist,

and also very anti-poor.

You know,

during the AIDS epidemic,

a lot of gay-owned buildings

became available

because the owners d*ed,

and a lot of them

were bought by wealthy,

straight people.

And then there were

some affluent q*eer people

who hated the women

on The Stroll.

You know, they treat them

like they're ants

or something, right?

They just wanna

clear off the street.

Those are the people

who think that the q*eer youth

in the West Village

should just magically disappear

because it's their neighborhood.

Never mind the fact

that the young people were there

decades before

the wealthy people were.

I live in-- in an apartment

on Christopher Street.

We are in danger.

We residents are in danger.

I have to sleep at night.

The immediate need

is for more regular police.

Exactly.

We have to get this under control.

The trannies were out

on the street 24/7.

It was really

a very bad situation.

They would do their business

inside cars.

Sometimes parked right in front

of a residential building.

You'd walk out of your door

at 7:00 am,

and there'd be

two people having sex.

Uh, not the kind of thing

that anybody

should really be subjected to.

The problem is they were using

our streets as their bedrooms.

I voted for Giuliani

because I thought

he was the right man

for the job,

and having him on our side

definitely was a plus.

In the '90s, I remember

there was this old man

that always used to walk

past me,

and he used to be,

"Ah, look at you,

you're so disgusting.

You don't have on any clothes.

You're terrible."

I remember one day this fool

came out with, like,

20 other people,

and they had picket signs,

and they were like,

"We want you

out of our neighborhoods.

Get out of our neighborhoods,

tr*nsv*stite bitch."

"Tr--" And they cursed me out,

but I used to put

my middle finger up

and get in the car still,

or go down the steps

by their house.

I didn't give a sh*t.

I didn't care, honey.

Okay.

We started a group

called Villagers Against Crime.

We collected money

from the neighborhood,

and we used it

to purchase three

large professional banners.

So, there was a banner

facing the eastbound traffic

that was coming on 12th Street.

Uh, another banner facing

the southbound traffic here,

and another one also

on Washington Street

a few blocks north.

The banner said, in big letters,

"Johns and hookers beware.

We note license plates,

inform your job and home."

In those days, you could contact

the motor vehicle department,

and for a small fee,

get the name

and address of the owners.

So some of my neighbors

would note

the plates of the johns,

and they would call them up...

...and they would say,

"Mr. Smith,

some of my neighbors...

HARRY: ...have seen you

in the neighborhood,

dealing with prostitutes.

They've told me

that if they see you again,

they're gonna call your wife,

they're gonna call your employer

and they're gonna call

your neighbor."

People would say,

"Oh, prostitution,

that's a victimless crime,

isnt it?"

And wed point it out that no,

the people living

in the neighborhood,

we were actually the victims.

Elizabeth,

you're very protective

of your little sister.

Did you bring her to New York?

I did. You want me to...?

-Yeah.

-Um...

my sister was struggling out

in California.

One day I called her,

we were talking on the phone

and she expressed to me

that she had been

on the night news.

And, uh...

...I asked her why

and it's because

she was getting ready

to jump off

of a freeway overpass.

And no one

in the family knew about it.

There was a lot of things

that I was going through in LA,

I was working on The Stroll

in Santa Monica Boulevard.

Um, I had pimps

pushing up on me.

I was getting robbed

every other night.

I almost got k*lled by a john

who dragged me

for half a block in his car

and almost ran me over.

So and then also just being

new to my transition,

it was like,

I was having a hard time

with the, um,

turning of the backs

from the family.

I felt...

as her older sister,

a sense of responsibility,

and at the same time,

I felt like...

I left her there by herself.

I felt guilty.

Me, my sister,

and my friend Desire

were returning back

from our trip

to go pick up my sister.

And when we arrived in New York,

at Port Authority...

the person that I had ran into,

I remember they were like,

"Hey, Elizabeth, how you doing?"

And just--

The next thing

out of their mouth is,

"Did you hear what happened?"

And I said, "What?"

"Amanda Milan was m*rder*d

just a couple of nights ago."

And this person is explaining

it to me, and I could just see

that look on my sister's face...

What happened to Amanda Milan...

was every trans woman's

worst nightmare.

She was at the Port Authority.

She had gotten into a verbal

altercation with some man,

and he stabbed her in the neck.

But that wasn't

the worst part of it.

The worst part

is that all the people

that were standing

out there watching,

laughing and cheering

because she was a trans woman,

refused to help her...

and she bled out and d*ed.

Two people

passing this fence on Wednesday

thought they were looking

at a scarecrow.

When they looked closer,

they realized it was

the savagely beaten body

of a young man

who had been tied to the fence

and left to die in the cold.

The victim, 22-year-old

Matthew Shepard,

a student

at the University of Wyoming.

Police say he was att*cked

because he's gay.

Sometimes,

when terrible tragedies strike us,

they bring us

to our senses in a way

that would never otherwise

be the case.

And I think the horrible death

of Matthew Shepard

helped to sober the country up.

This is an amazing turnout.

What happened

to Matthew Shepard, I fell for.

I marched with the people.

Everybody was right behind him.

- Shame! Shame! Shame!

- Back up.

Protect the streets!

You had straight people,

high school kids, all ready

and willing to get maced

and hit by police officers.

But Matthew Shepard

wasn't even from New York.

They were just giving him

a vigil in New York.

One of our sisters d*ed.

Amanda Milan was k*lled

in cold blood in the street.

Literally in front of cameras

and cab drivers,

witnesses, people walking.

And when it was time

to give her the proper send-off

to make people aware

of this tragedy,

no one wanted to show up.

Very few. And it was only us.

It was only the sisters.

It was only anybody

who could understand her story.

We were on the front line...

...with the gay and lesbian community,

marching and fighting

for equality.

We-- We knew we were freaks

to them

because the only time

we were recognized

was when they had events,

when they had parties,

when they needed to make money.

Then we were of value.

But you're not doing

anything to help me

from getting att*cked.

At the end of the day,

that's not community.

With the Amanda Milan actions,

when we had

the event take place...

who showed up?

Two-hundred people.

It's a... It's a damn shame.

It hurts me to see that,

no matter how hard we organize,

and we organize,

and e-mail and...

and only 200 people show up.

It's a disgrace.

It could have been me.

It could have been

one of my friends.

And so that kind of was like,

we need to start advocating

for ourselves.

I went to that rally

and I met up at MCCNY,

and that was when I met

the legendary

Octavia St. Laurent.

("AMAZING GRACE"

BY MAHALIA JACKSON PLAYING)

I remember we started walking.

We did this whole procession

up Eighth Avenue,

and Octavia singing

like she was Shug Avery.

Then we get

to the Port Authority,

and we all stood

where Amanda was k*lled.

...Grace

How sweet...

Amanda Milan's memorial

was a turning point

for the trans community.

We began to mobilize

and have rallies

to make people understand

that our lives matter.

I believe in us

getting our rights,

or else I would not be out there

fighting for our rights.

Amanda Milan's death

reinvigorated Sylvia Rivera,

and brought her

out of retirement.

And that's what made me realize

that I can be an activist too.

And the best way for me

to be a part of the movement

was through storytelling.

To make people understand

the reality of our lives.

I wanted to archive the movement

that was building between

trans women and sex workers.

We were gaining visibility,

but we didn't know that

another tragedy would strike...

one that changed everything.

I was on The Stroll

headed to court

when the first plane hit.

The thing I remember the most,

it just smelled like smoke...

...and ash and death.

New York City

came to a standstill.

Everyone was in shock.

And we didn't know

how we were gonna

continue to survive out there.

There was a yellow tape

that was stretched out

across 14th Street

that I used to cut through.

The Stroll was unrecognizable,

there were no dates

coming in and out.

I still sit and wonder

how I survived that time

'cause it lasted

for a couple of years.

When they finally let down

the barriers,

the cars weren't coming

as frequently.

And when the dates

started to return,

the dates weren't

as generous as they used to be.

9/11 made it even more

difficult to survive

because there was nothing.

There was no resources

or anything.

And for somebody

who's homeless on the streets

and needed to rely on sex work,

baby, I was pissed,

because now our money

has been severely cut off.

We didn't know

how long it was gonna be

for The Stroll

to pick back up again.

That was it for a lot of years,

maybe two or three years,

'cause it was bad.

9/11 kind of shut things down,

and forced things

to the Internet,

because there was no other way.

Welcome.

At night,

I would be on The Stroll,

and during the day, I would be

in the Internet cafes,

every day.

And there we began...

...to make ads and post pictures

in the chat rooms

to solicit clients.

So, I learned about marketing,

promotion and graphic design.

Back then we had no choice...

...but to hustle.

It actually kicked

in the door for safety.

I can tell you

from my own personal story,

I was protected by being able

to screen a client,

by being able to pick

and choose a client,

by being able to take

my street sex work

into fetish work,

so I would not be arrested,

and turn it into computer work.

And I didn't even know

how to work a computer,

child, but I learned it.

There was a lot

of learning in that process too.

The Stroll was kind of like,

"Okay, you can go to The Stroll,

but you can actually

now do this from your home

on the computer."

The time did change

and so did the girls.

For about a year it was as if

the entire city

was holding its breath,

and then all of a sudden

everything just geared up.

I'm urging people to vote

for-- for Mike Bloomberg.

I think Mike Bloomberg

is ideally, uh, qualified

to run the city at this very,

very critical time.

Uh, Mike's business background,

the fact that he is

a self-made man

who's, uh, had enormous success

in business,

qualifies him to be

mayor of New York City

at a time in which businesses

are considering

leaving the city.

I think Bloomberg

is gonna be good for the city

because Giuliani spoke

so highly of him,

and because Giuliani

is so popular,

he must know

who's gonna do a great job.

After September 11th,

we definitely need

more commerce

and more business in New York.

And I think, as a billionaire,

I don't know

what he's gonna be like

as a politician,

but I think as a businessman,

he'll help New York.

We will rebuild, renew,

and remain the capital

of the free world.

What was happening

in terms of gentrification

had been happening

for several years,

but when Bloomberg

became the mayor,

and after 9/11,

it was as if gentrification

went on steroids.

The Meatpacking District

isn't what it used to be.

And to-- for perspective,

when Hogs opened in 1992,

rent was 3,000 dollars a month.

- Uh, and think about it.

- That's incredible.

I mean, 20 years ago,

that area was not an area

where anyone wanted to live in.

I wonder what part,

like, Sex and the City

played with that,

because Samantha moved

to Meatpacking District,

it was still pretty sketchy

when she moved there,

but kind of like--

Yeah,

the transvestites

- were on the streets.

- Exactly!

Now it's a whole --

totally different neighborhood.

It was inevitable

that the decline

of the urban meatpackers came.

I'm one of the seven

remaining meatpackers

in the Gansevoort Market here.

There used to be two or 300

meatpackers down here,

employing at least 1500,

2000 people,

and now there's just seven of us

employing about 125.

And I will tell you,

all those old meat guys

that were down here

that were the big guys

in the industry

and sold so much meat,

none of them would ever believe

what happened

to this neighborhood.

IVY:

There wasn't a gradual change.

It was a big change economically

of who came

into the neighborhood.

It was shocking.

It was such an extreme jump

from being

this gritty film noir,

inviting environment

where you could

really do anything,

to all of a sudden,

it felt like Madison Avenue

was moving in.

The whole luxury apartments,

the whitewashing of everything,

the kind of erasing

of the culture.

It was a big change.

It's really disorienting, right,

to walk down a street

you've walked down

a hundred thousand times,

and feel struck by a sudden

sense of disorientation,

of feeling like, "I don't know

quite where I am anymore."

And, "Am I on the right street?

Am I in the right neighborhood?

Is this...

Is this the same city?

Is this the same me?"

One of the ways memory works

is it relies on triggers.

So, remember when you were there

and who you were with,

and then you have

a chain of associations,

but that chain is broken

and destroyed

when that place is gone.

So, we lose ourselves.

Then we lose our sense

of connection

and ongoingness

when that happens.

When Bloomberg became the mayor,

things started to change fast.

Those older girls

that I was out there

on the streets talking to

were no longer there.

Bloomberg started a program

called Operation Spotlight,

a "three strikes

and you're out" system.

If you got over three arrests

for prostitution,

then you can be sent away

longer than a year.

Bloomberg was able to clean up

the Meatpacking District

by sending the girls to jail.

I spent a lot of my 20s

on Rikers Island,

New York City's largest jail.

It's a horrible

and disgusting place.

People are just piled up

on one another.

You have people telling you

when to shower, when to eat,

and when to go to bed.

You don't have rights.

Going to Rikers, honey,

was a whole 'nother ball game,

'cause as soon as you go

into the six building,

back then,

I'm not going to lie, like,

it would be a lot

of hate speech.

As soon as they bring us

off the... the bus,

and we're in our little

tight skirts and our heels.

"Oh, look at these

f*ckin' faggots," da da da da...

Come up,

put your hands up here...

Let me see that ring.

-Is that a wedding ring?

-Yes, it is.

All right, leave it on.

You're good. Put your hands up.

All that is ass and tits.

Don't worry about it, man,

go over there,

go over there,

ass and tits, all right.

How did you do that to yourself?

Implants, Daddy.

- Really?

-Yes.

When did you do that?

About three years ago.

So when they house you,

they house you

with all the other men?

Yeah.

Gay housing, quarter mile down

the corridor of building five.

You have to sign papers.

When you go into Rikers Island

in the receiving room,

you can request to be placed

in alternative

lifestyle housing.

And that was the place where

all your girlfriends would be.

All the queens would be there,

everybody you knew was always

in gay housing.

They separated the queens

and the gay boys

from the population.

My name is Shante

and this is my little...

my little home

for my little short stay

while I'm here.

You know,

my family takes care of me.

They... They don't knock me

about my sexual preference.

Um, I have something

I would like, uh,

for you to see.

A little bit

of how I dress on the streets.

This is my everyday effect.

You know,

that's how I like to dress.

That's me and my male friend.

This is how

I dress on the street.

On the street,

I dress as a woman.

This is where

I hang my jackets at.

My suede, my silk.

Gap, of course.

Have a nice day.

I think I've been to Rikers about 30 times,

the longest time

was eight months.

If you keep accruing charges,

you can be sent away longer

upstate to prison.

What led to my incarceration?

Selling dr*gs.

I sold everything from cash,

ass to grass.

If I could sell it, I sold it.

Right. After a while,

you get tired

of being face down, ass up.

After a while, you get tired

of hanging from the chandelier,

dropping down

and getting your eagle on.

I had made a sale

to an undercover,

and that's how I ended up

going to prison.

You're up in the mountains,

away from your city

where all you see is redneck.

All you see is chewing tobacco

and them calling you n*gg*r.

And ain't a damn thing

you can say about it.

I was young.

I was afraid.

I was gonna be r*ped.

And I turned into a monster.

How it is to survive

as a trans woman in jail,

it's a sub world

within the world.

It's like a microcosmic world

of oppression.

I realized that people

didn't respect peace.

They respected v*olence.

So I became

a very violent person in jail.

And I was ready to fight

and s*ab anything

that came near me.

When you cut someone

or you s*ab someone in jail,

that's a case.

They add that on to your time,

and that's why

you keep getting more time.

My original sentence

was five to seven.

So, imagine five flat

to seven flat.

I did 14.

Well after 14 years in prison,

I was released in 2012.

They just give you a bus ticket,

and whatever you have

in your commissary,

and you're on your own.

I knew to go back,

like, you know where to go.

So, I'm getting onto this bus

and I started seeing

all these pretty stores.

It was very hard for me

to understand what was going on

around me.

The community is not there.

Vanessa was one of the girls

who I hung out with.

I was like,

"Yo, you heard such and such?"

"Uh-uh, baby, she dead."

"What?"

"Oh, no, she gone." "What?"

Josie? Dead.

Nunie? Dead.

Vanessa? Dead.

Melissa? Dead.

These people are gone now.

Now, they got all these

fancy shoe stores down there.

And what is it, the High Line?

The only "high line" we had

was a cr*ck pipe on the pier

next to the water.

That's the only thrill you got.

The world was digital.

What the hell is an iPhone?

When I went to jail,

we had the beepers.

It was still some of the same

but the money had changed.

The price of p*ssy went down.

I ain't got time for that.

So I knew

I couldn't survive like that.

Before I just decided to, like,

I can't do this anymore.

I couldn't. I'm almost 50.

So, it took a lot for me

to walk away

from the thing that--

the very thing

that saved my life.

The Stroll was over.

This rain, to me,

kind of represents

all of the tears of the girls

who didn't make it to see today.

I like to think that they're

giving me their blessings

from above.

I think about...

all of the girls

that used to sleep up here.

Back in the day,

this whole row was encampments.

Girls living

in cardboard boxes.

And I just can't believe

how many times I had to

go to jail...

...for this High Line park

to be built.

Do you remember

when we used to walk down here,

and all the neighbors

used to stare at us,

-and we used to be...

-Mm-hmm.

-And we would just be pumping.

-...runway.

-And they would look at us

like we were circus freaks...

-Pumping.

...but you could tell

they enjoyed it.

I remember the girls

would be on this corner,

lined up against this wall.

Right.

I would be standing right here.

-Just perched like...

-Perched.

Looking for a date.

Sometimes, we used

to just go up to the cars.

- Yes.

- Look, Kristen.

Yes. Let me call a date.

Or give him the very...

I could just imagine

Josie as she was,

- you know, out in a scandal--

- And walking up to the cars like nothing.

She would come down the street

and she would have

all this body.

-Right.

-She would be in like--

you know,

her ass out up to here,

like, "How you doing, baby?"

And she would come back

with a bag of money.

Josie was...

...the true meaning

of a trans woman sex worker.

She would show everybody

how it's done.

What do you think she would

think about today though, like?

I think, today,

Josie would still be here

right now, making her money.

She was out here

a very long time,

I think longer than any of us

has been out here.

And I could only imagine

being 12, 13 years old,

having to come out

into the streets

because your family

don't accept you

to have to sex work to survive.

I can't stop thinking about,

like, I see all these people

walking around,

and it reminds me

of the people

that were standing

in their place back in our day

that are no longer here.

A lot of people

lost their lives...

trying to survive here

on this corner.

Today, were at this point

of liberation and visibility

and everybody's got talking

about trans issues.

And act like

-it's something new.

-Hold on, I can't.

I cant.

Oh, my God. I can't...

...then I come here

and I feel f*cked up.

I can't even believe it.

It's like,

the things we had to do.

I hate this place.

I f*cking hate this place.

Let's go.

Come on, let's go home.

From back then, from the '80s...

let's say there was

a thousand girls.

Today, living from that era,

it may be five.

Oh, my God.

It might be five of us

left from then

that was out on The Stroll

because everybody's gone.

Trans women don't...

get to live past 35 or 40.

So, if you were here

and you made it...

to live that beyond,

you are tremendously blessed,

and you have changed

the dynamics of the system.

And you must. You must.

Even in your depression.

You owe it

to every trans woman before you,

and everyone after you,

to keep moving and keep pushing.

The trans community has always

been in survival mode forever,

and it is important

that we all get

an opportunity to...

thrive.

I believe that

the gay rights movement

has consistently left us behind,

and it took trans people

and sex workers

to start our own fight.

As a sex worker,

as a person who live

...for 30 years, exchanging sex

for anything that I needed,

I want to remind you all

that we cannot

forget sex workers.

We've been gatekeeped

from the smallest windows

in society to the highest.

Black trans women

are now in the fight

and we won't go away.

Black trans lives matter!

Black trans lives matter!

Across the country,

where we're seeing an escalation

of policing,

an escalation of laws

targeting trans people.

Many places...

...have some criminal law

that is about indicating

that one is a sex worker.

And these are, broadly speaking,

the laws, uh, in New York

and around the country

that have been referred to as

the "Walking While Trans" laws.

What these laws essentially

make a crime

is looking like you're going

to engage in sex work.

Things like talking

to people in cars,

walking down the street,

congregating with others.

Very unclear, vague,

overbroad set of laws

that for decades

have been used just to target

and harass largely

trans women of color.

Trans rights are human rights!

I believe that change

is often reflected

in legislation.

Black trans lives matter!

Welcome back to Capital Tonight.

I'm Susan Arbetter.

Advocates are calling

for the repeal of a bill

that's been used to arrest

transgender women of color.

TS Candii, a Black trans woman,

who on a summer afternoon

in 2017 was smoking

outside her apartment

when a police officer

approached her.

He threatened to arrest her

under this very section 240.37,

unless she performed

oral sex on him.

Bring the bill to vote now!

Bring the bill to vote now!

- We are ready...

- We are ready...

- ...to repeal...

-C ...to repeal...

- ...the Walking...

- ...the Walking...

- ...While Trans....

- ...While Trans....

- ...ban.

- ...ban.

New tonight,

Governor Cuomo has signed

a measure repealing parts

of the so-called,

"Walking While Trans" law.

It was passed in the '70s

to prohibit loitering

for the purpose of prostitution.

An act to repeal

Section 240.37

of the penal law,

- ayes forty five, May 16.

- The bill is passed.

The most important part

of all of this

is like people like me

and people like everybody here

that identify as trans

are gonna be able

to see themselves reflected

in this important point

of the city,

and say, "Me as a trans person,

I see myself reflected.

Me as a person of color,

I see myself reflected.

Me as a former sex worker,

I see myself reflected."

Today, sex workers

are finding a way

to express their needs,

and to ask for the solutions

that they need for themselves.

I didn't want to work

for another agency

that was gonna govern my work,

or my thoughts, or my dreams,

or my wishes for my community.

I wanted to do that

and have ownership of my own.

You took part

in a very iconic moment

at the Brooklyn March.

We had started a fundraiser

exactly three days

before the liberation march.

In three days time,

the numbers blew my face off.

Black trans lives matter!

Black trans lives matter!

Black trans lives matter!

We're whores!

I am the founder of GLITS Inc.,

that's "Gays and Lesbians Living

in a Transgender Society."

I named it that

because we have

always been last.

That's not gonna happen

anymore, we're first.

We have never had equity

in the city of New York.

m*therf*ckers, we do now.

We made it here.

We're buying equity.

For every girl that's d*ed,

the police need

to be ashamed of themselves.

For every time

we had to bury one of ours,

they need to be ashamed

of themselves.

You're looking at a Black,

international whore, baby.

It's me.

And I'm selling me to save you.

(I AM HER

BY SHEA DIAMOND PLAYING)

Theres an outcast

In everybodys life

-And I am her

-I am her

Theres a shadow

In everybodys front door

-And I am her

-I am her...

As a young,

homeless trans woman

sleeping in movie theatres,

I never thought

I would have the power

and ability to make films.

I am so proud

that the girls are happy,

and I wanted to give

them the opportunity to shine.

All that glitters isn't gold

At least that's

What I've been told...

The system never

gave us resources.

We created the resources

by telling our stories,

by standing out there

and rallying.

I am my own liberation.

It wouldn't be

The worst thing

That I ever did

It's a hell of a world

That we're living in

James 2:10

A sin is a sin...

When people say

that there's no honor

amongst hoes,

they told a f*cking lie,

because for The Stroll

for us back then,

there was nothing but honor,

and protect a girl

who was walking down

that back street.

There's an outcast

In everybody's life

-And I am her

-I am her...

A lot of these new girls,

they don't know about

what we have done for them.

We paved the way.

We fought to be where we are.

No matter how much

my future changes,

14th Street

will always be a part of me.

Oh, you know I am her

I am shame, she is me

We get down...

To live 20 years on a ho stroll,

being homeless, being on dr*gs,

doing what I had to do,

and I survived all of it,

I feel that

I am that Wonder Woman.

And I am here today

at the age of 60.

There's an outcast

In everybody's life

-And I am her

-I am her...

After 20 years,

we're still connected.

We always look out

for one another.

Through all of our

shared experiences,

our sisterhood still thrives.

And I am her...

You can take the girl off of The Stroll,

but you can't take The Stroll

out of the girl.
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