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As a birthday gift to myself, I signed up for a creative writing class at the highly acclaimed Kansas City Art Institute (KCAI). They have a great co...
September 13, 2017
Edith Windsor died today.
I've read a few articles about her and just fell in love with her moxie. I tracked down one of the first pieces that I read (a surprisingly brief New Yorker piece) for this bit:
"Outside of the Court, Windsor was asked about a round pin she was
wearing. She told the story about how, in 1967, Thea Spyer asked what her
co-workers - at IBM, where Edith was one of the few women programmers -
would say if she showed up with an engagement ring: “I said, They’d want
to know who is he and where is he and when do we meet him.” And so
Spyer - “my beautiful, sparkly Thea” - “gave me a circle of diamonds, instead
of a diamond ring.” Their engagement lasted forty years until their wedding,
four decades later, two years before Spyer died."
The legitimate fear of being outted meant she couldn't wear a traditional diamond ring, so her lover gave her a ring of diamonds. A public symbol of a secret love. I just love that. It's romantic AF. A love like this makes me hope there's a heaven.... I hope they're together again.
I didn't take these pictures, obviously. Two appear to be snapshots from Edith's personal stash. The professional portrait was taken by Robert Maxwell for Time.
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