Top, Kitty and Edith, RIP.
Disobedience School, May 26, 2012, Times Square
©Stacy Lanyon
©Stacy Lanyon
Erik R McGregor
👋😢 Edith 💔 #RebelFriends (OWS 2017)
I used to see Edith a lot during Occupy.
Each day for a bit.
Sometimes funny stories about police arrests for looking at them wrong.
“Furtive eye movement,” said
Edith, Josh at the time.
Handing out food at Occupy
Broadway,
It was freezing cold.
Edith needed some shelter.
But stayed outside for 24 hours,
at least, to feed everyone.
We talked about that a lot.
Do you know how to get housing here, asked Edith.
At one point, I suggested going to Housing Works to get something more permanent.
The streets were full of risk, I said.
Edith was enduring.
No, no need I’m fine said Edith.
Not at risk.
That was the last time we talked.
The people in the movement dispersed.
Some kept organizing.
Many did not.
There were so few structures in place for everyone.
Our networks did not contain us.
Without each other, things became harder and harder.
(See below for
full interview)
Edith went through a transition
Some were consumed.
Others lost.
Alienation grips at many of us.
Without each other, we’re lost.
We lost Venus last Spring
And Kitty in December.
And last night I read about Edith.
This one hits hard.
Monica
Hunken
This is really hard to share. My second comrade to
take their life within the last two months.
Edith, you were such a shining, fierce bright light. I loved running in the
streets with you and will miss you. You were so generous and always kind to me.
I wanted to add, that I was so proud of you when you
announced your transition, you were so radiant and seemed free. I remember you
would ask people to tell you you were beautiful on Facebook. Did we say it
enough? You were beautiful. you are beautiful. Im
sorry.
Everyone, i realize this pandemic is creating a
mental health crisis too. Many people we love are suffering. Please, although
you physically distance, please connect, reach out, send love. We have such a
short time
Thank you Stacy
Lanyon for capturing so many moments.
Stacy
Lanyon added 42
new photos.
My heart
hurts. We lost another beautiful and brave soul this week. Hold your loved ones
close. This pandemic is bringing darkness to an already dark world. I will
forever miss your hugs and smile beautiful friend. (I also found out today that
we lost Felix/ Venus a year ago)
Margo
Gregory is with Stan
Williams.
Incredibly
heartbroken to hear of Edith's passing last week. My heart goes out to all
people suffering from any illness, our time here is so short, though it might
seem long. Edith, you will be missed my friend, who visited me at my home, who
stayed with me and came right into my room to talk in the morning when I was
not even out of bed yet. I am so, so, sad to hear of this loss. Feeling
isolated and disconnected is a terrible horrible feeling. Now is the time to
call all your friends who suffer from any kind of these triggering feelings, to
let them know, "You are not alone." Rest easy, Edith.
Stan Williams
This past week
has been tough. All I feel like I’ve heard this week is notices of sickness
& death. Trying to remain grateful. RIP Gil, Allen, Edith & all that are
passing away to COVID-19.
Mitchell Ehrenberg
I lost my
son today. He took his life because of mental illness. He was a beautiful boy.
I’m heartbroken. In the last few years he came out as transgender and preferred
to be called Edith Louise but I never got to know her as a woman. To me, he
will always be my Josh
Mitchell Ehrenberg
I am sorry
that I misgendered my child, Edith Louise, in my last post. Sometimes, I speak
from the heart and not the brain. For all transgender people, accept my
apologies. Respect. It was hard enough when Edith was alive. Now it's even harder
Mitchell Ehrenberg
We just
had our first zoom Shiva call in for my daughter Edith Louise who recently
died. It was quite uplifting. I always felt funny making Shiva calls to other
people especially if I didn’t know them very well. But seeing all those faces,
even on a computer screen, what a beautiful thing. And the Edith stories, oh my
God. Someone once told me that, when you lose a loved one, you will never ever
miss a shiva call again for somebody else
Shayna Chandelle Hesselgrave
I feel sad.
TW: suicide (not me)
I found out this morning that someone I dated a few
years ago killed herself on Thursday. Her name is Edith Ehrenberg. I don't know
any details (and didn't ask, because I don't want to know). I did know she was
in and out of the psych hospital several times in the past few months, so it
was not such a shock. Just sad.
Sympathy, hugs, pics of teddy
bears and cats requested.
Becky Wartell
Another
sweet friend lost to this fucking capitalist hellscape. I last ran into her
unexpectedly in western Mass a little under 2 years ago at a contra dance weekend,
it was such a lovely surprise. She wasn’t on Facebook so we hadn’t been in
touch since then but this still hurts to hear she’s gone. Rest easy, Edith, I’m
sorry this system failed you 😔 ❤️
At
the Heart of an Occupation
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Josh Ehrenberg
My sister led me to Occupy Wall Street and not with any particular direction. She was interested in what was going on back in the very beginning of October. We came down to New York City for Rosh Hashanah, and she, my brother and I stole away from a family dinner and went down to Zuccotti. At the time, I was hitchhiking around the North East. I had a pretty free lifestyle, kind of a gap year. After seeing the general assembly, after really seeing the mic check and facilitation, I was taken by just how powerful the mic check was. I guess I wondered upon it, and then I stayed because of mic check.
These days, it’s pretty clear to point out that
we’re not occupying Wall Street. We don’t have a permanent encampment out
there. This atrium is on Wall Street, but it really lacks the symbolic potency
that our Zuccotti Park encampment wielded. I feel occupying was important
because it showed solidarity with the homeless and pride in homelessness and
not having a space to yourself. I think that space, that is space itself, is
the bundling of choices. When you’re in a space, you have a set of options
based on the space you’re in. For instance, we are in the atrium right now, and
if I’m to lie down on the floor right here, that option is bound with a guard
coming over and pestering me until jailing me if I persist. I can’t put up
signs in here or else certain things happen. I also can’t walk east right now
because there is a wall in the way. In any space contains option directing
factors. When we occupy a space, there is something distinctly good in
unbundling those choices such as separating the option of being in Zuccotti
Park from the option of sleep. Hell, if you’re in New York City, unless you’re
in an apartment you are paying rent for, you don’t have the option to sleep.
Choice is so heavily bundled right now that we lose freedom. You can’t say no
to both going to jail and being woken up from your sleep. Most of us could not
stay alive without working for a corporation. That is liberating space. That is
inherently a protection of liberty. Liberating space as a defense of liberty is
one drive to my activism.
Assembling is a critical source of power, which
I employ as a major goal and strategy. People have all too little power. The
power disequilibrium is far more offensive than the financial one. Having a
space in which to come together, recognize the needs and abilities of each
other, then addressing them, generates work and roles. Assembling in the way we
did, I was able to find a niche for myself in comfort, working to redistribute
clothes and blankets that people no longer needed to those who needed them.
Were we not geographically unified, I could not have located those with the
needs I could satisfy. We created work for each other, from food to
information, the power to help one another. And then additionally our ability
to coordinate, creating a proactive force to address and resist the greater
world.
Occupy Wall Street is a way of networking power.
Right now its effectiveness is questionable. We have poor communication in
certain respects. Many relate to language. For instance, I transcendentally
want individuals to have the ability to manifest their ideas. Though
rather than speaking as a proponent of individuals goals, we ask if the person
is helping the movement. What virtue is there in empowering that which is non
human, or un living. We are a network of individuals who want things. This turn
of phrase and the idea behind it impede our simple assistance of each other. On
the larger scale, I would not enjoy a world run by the “occupy movement” but
rather as humans are diverse, a world with a great many runnings, and no
mandated and universal One. What of a world full of many different worlds in it
with many different systems of food distribution and health care. What of
diversity in the idea of nationality or enfranchisement or employment &
education. What if family structures ranged from the style of spartans to
Mormons to anything else. I see no reason to have One anything across the
nation. Tell me any great system and I will offer solid reasons why it is not
the best. Instead of choosing for the people, let there be greater diversity. A
good way to reach better ones is to allow for people to select their
preference. Let there be greater diversity. Let there be options. We are born
into a space with pre-determined options. Even in america there is a stark
lack, a lack of educations, of resource distribution, of values, of
enfranchisements. There is a lack of choice.
I can't figure out how to get into the second meeting, but I wanted to share this message with everyone that was close to Edith:
Since Occupy ended, we have lost four comrades to suicide. It's been incredibly hard on our community to lose comrades that we shared such an important period of our life with. During the occupation, I was very close to both Edith and Anthony, so losing both of them in such a short period has been incredibly devastating.
It's just too much. Following Edith's death, many of us have decided to examine what happened and what we can do to take care of each other as community members. After Occupy ended, we failed to continue providing support for all of our community members.
Following Anthony's passing, several former occupiers (myself included) did attempt to reach out to Edith to let her know that we are still a community. We wanted to let her know that, if she ever needed someone, we were here for her. Those of us who tried to reach out didn't know she was transitioning, so we couldn't find her and ultimately assumed she didn't want to be found. I'll personally never forgive myself for not looking harder.
I'm personally taking the time to hold conversations with community organizers and organizations to ensure we do everything we can to keep this from happening again.
Last week, I brought Edith's passing up at one of our meetings, and we identified several groups with at risk individuals. We are now taking the appropriate measures to ensure these individuals get the help they need.
I hope everyone that loves Edith takes some comfort knowing that we are doing everything we can in her name to keep this from happening again.
