Hey lovers,
Deborah Jeane Palfrey. I can’t stop thinking about her. Her death cut me deeper than I ever could have imagined.
Her death has been heavy on the hearts of many a sex worker, indicative as it is of this juggernaut of a system that could grind us into nothing if we get caught up. For me, I think her death translates into real fear. A fear that is about fighting the good fight, and still going down. If we manage to survive and thrive in a crazy industry; if we live ethically as sex workers and use all our faculties to operate our businesses and maintain what we believe is right, we still might end up dead. Ms. Palfrey was a resourceful woman. A woman connected, perhaps dangerously, to big players in the government. And she got royally fucked. Someone, somewhere said, we’re going to bring her down. We’re going to make an example of this one. And they didn’t stop until she was swinging from a rope.
“Upon news of her death there was no shortage of those who suggested Jeane Palfrey had been killed by cloaked enemies in the government. They miss the point.
Jeane Palfrey of course had been killed by her government. She’d been unfairly ground down and hounded to death by shameless prosecutors and disinterested robed judges in our judicial branch.”
(Bill Keisling, Yardbirds.com )
I regret deeply now that I, we, did not do something more concrete to support her in her struggle. It is a bare and unpleasant truth that the moment a sex worker comes under legal fire, s/he becomes untouchable. Abandoned by clients, friends, etc…how did Palfrey end up in her mother’s home? Why wasn’t she staying with me? Where were her friends? Where was her support network?
This blog was begun as a response to her original arrest. She has, inadvertently, been an enormous catalyst in the sex workers rights movement. And now she’s dead.
What the fuck.
There will be no procession, fanfare, or jazz funeral for the DC Madame. Ain’t no crying in the streets for her, except by us, invisibly. But I want to hold her up in this moment.
All the friends in Barcelona right now, doing the good work at the International harm reduction assoc. conference are making me remember that we are making progress. Lateral steps toward a more just system. And I want to thank Deborah Jeane Palfrey for her part in that. As a contentious figure, a frustrating spin doctor, or a hero. Whichever.
So today, beginning at midnight GMT (6pm Central, 4pm Pacific) for 24 hours we’re holding a conscious meditation, vigil, or remembrance of Ms. Deborah Jeane. Light a candle, say some words, or sit in silent meditation with us. We’ll be sitting for 1 hour at midnight pacific time (8am GMT) and consciously holding her, and what her death means for all of us, in our thoughts all day.
Please join us!
thinking of you, with love and respect.
Surgeon and Faffs the Jackal