Huge Celebration For Pride ’89
Dykes on bikes, radical faeries and the ruby slipper
NEW YORK [July 10, 1989] — There's been a marvelous party! A highly emotional party. A love-in on the grandest and gayest scale. Nearly 200,000 women, men and children, strong of pride and loud of lung, stormed Fifth Avenue on Sunday, June 25th [1989] to celebrate the anniversary of Stonewall in the Heritage of Pride 20th Annual Lesbian and Gay Pride March. In evidence at this largest-ever party, were the largest-ever contingents of people with AIDS and people of color in the parade's history, smaller groups including Armenian lesbians, farm dykes, pagans, radical faeries, grandmas for gays and The Rob Lowe Defense Fund, and one admittedly-heterosexual mayoral candidate, kicked off from Columbus Circle promptly at 12:30, led with a cacophonous roar by those dykes on bikes, the New York Sirens. One Canadian rider, Nora, wearing a black leather hat, vest and little else save a maple leaf, a Marlboro and a smile, confided, "Man, this is the largest group of women motorcyclists I've ever seen. We're gonna make some noise down Fifth Avenue." And yes, they did.
Ovations greeted the Gay and Lesbian Youth of New York, who chanted raucously "2-4-6-8, how do you know your kids are straight?"
The first ever lesbian-sponsored float glided across Central Park South, carrying a resplendent band of singing lesbians. One of the largest groups in the march was the People With AIDS Coalition and the AIDS-related health care agencies, including the Gay Men's Health Crisis. Members of the Healing Circle frequently stopped to join hands, form a circle, and awe the crowd with their New Age, holistic techniques.
At 39th Street, Mayor Koch, in the briefest of parade appearances, met the press and felt the heat from marchers who gathered around him to chant, "Dump Koch. Dump Koch." As several drag queens approached, the Mayor's security men became tense, the veins popping in their necks. "Please," they hissed at a large young man in a small black dress, "please. Stay back. Give us a break." Give us all a break.
Then, the parade halted and the salsa music stopped. Everyone stood still, raising their fists and clasped hands into the air. Nearly two hundred thousand breathed as one, in remembrance of those who have died from AIDS; there was no sound. The air was as empty as the Honorary Grand Marshal's conventible, left vacant by the death of Edward Francis Murphy, known as the "Original Stonewaller," who passed away on February 28, 1989. Slowly one balloon drifted skyward. Then the crowd cheered as thousands more balloons were released.
The day ended with a stunning display of fireworks over the Hudson. And if you've never seen fireworks with a mob of gay people — who all oohed and aahed in unison — you've never seen fireworks.
Walking home on a vacant sidestreet, my lover and I passed below a terrace from which floated big band music. We gleefully ballroom-danced, feeling the full spirit of Gay Pride and freedom breathing in us. [...] Then a voice from above shouted "Dip!" Then again, "Dip!" "Are you ready?" Basil asked me, mischief twinkling in his eyes. I was. "Dip him!" they yelled. And yes, he did.
— Keith Miller, OutWeek Magazine No. 3, July 10, 1989, p. 10.