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Why I marched in Baltimore
I’m a journalist, not an activist, but it’s time to stand up

A scene from Thursday’s march through Mount Vernon in Baltimore. (Blade photo by Kevin Naff)
As a journalist, I’m not supposed to protest or become involved in activism, but the events of this week in Baltimore are too personal and wrenching to watch from the sidelines.
I grew up in Columbia, Md., one of the early James Rouse “pioneers” who never saw race as an issue. In Columbia, we had black friends and neighbors and teachers; I took my black best friend to prom and no one thought twice about it.
Columbia occupies an enviable location between Washington and Baltimore, and, growing up, I cultivated a deep appreciation and love for both cities. My early memories of Baltimore involve Orioles games at Memorial Stadium and trips to downtown before Harborplace was built. Before they tore down Memorial Stadium, I was among the first in line to purchase and salvage two of the stadium seats — one for me and another that I restored for my brother. Our shared love of baseball was born in that stadium.
Years later, after college and a stint in New York City, I moved to Baltimore and fell in love all over again. The authenticity of Baltimore is hard to match and residents have a collective feeling of being in this together. Sure, I’ve been robbed and my car has been broken into. But such is life in urban America anywhere. My partner and I bought a house. I worked for the Baltimore Sun. And tutored inner city kids in reading. And served on the board of Live Baltimore, a non-profit that advocates for homeownership in the city. I’ve led seminars in D.C., urging Washingtonians to move north and buy in Baltimore — it’s cheaper! I was always a Baltimore booster — cheering the Ravens and Orioles and cringing when “The Wire” became a phenomenon. On a trip to Honduras a few years ago, a local we met recoiled in horror when I told her we were from Baltimore. “It’s SO dangerous there,” she exclaimed. That sentiment has been echoed countless times by gays in D.C., as I’ve worked at the Blade since 2002. I’ve always ignored all the judgments and snobbish remarks and the turned up noses because I know that Baltimore is something special and I don’t care about the stigma.
And then this week happened. It began with Facebook posts from friends working downtown. Law firms and accounting firms were closing at 3 p.m. Downtown traffic was snarled early, as the suburbanites were desperately fleeing the chaos that hadn’t even begun yet. What did they know that the rest of us didn’t?
Then the protests, or at least the TV images of what looked like protests, began. We’d later learn that innocent school kids were prevented from going home — their busses boarded and emptied by police, their Metro stops closed down. They were stranded, confused and afraid. And they finally snapped and lashed out. As the violence erupted, I watched Mondawmin Mall — where I do my Target shopping — looted and vandalized and wondered along with CNN’s Wolf Blitzer, “Where are the police?” Then it got worse — fires, police cars trashed, journalists assaulted. The mayor and police commissioner were MIA for hours. The newly elected governor made belated excuses about waiting to hear from Stephanie Rawlings-Blake. His phone doesn’t dial out? And Rawlings-Blake, who clearly underestimated the need for help on Monday, then overreacted and has kept in place an infantilizing curfew that only hurts local small businesses and their many employees. Her City Hall office has become a military encampment — barricades, machine-gun toting troops, military vehicles. If she feels she needs all of that to be mayor then perhaps she’s in the wrong job.
On Monday, we needed help and security. But after the energy of Monday subsided and the dust settled, it became immediately clear that the young people were trying to show us something. They are in pain and feel abandoned. They are attempting to learn in schools with inadequate heat and air conditioning and outdated textbooks. They have no after-school options — no jobs, no playgrounds, no community centers. It’s time the grownups woke up.
On Thursday, I sat in City Café, a restaurant in Mount Vernon that I’ve frequented for 20 years and listened as the couple next to me talked ignorantly about the events of the week. The staff fretted about lost wages thanks to the curfew. The TV above the bar was tuned to CNN and there were scenes of protesters making their way up Charles Street, directly toward us. The couple next to me panicked, paid up and fled; I paid up and headed out to join the marchers.
An older black man spotted me on the curb and motioned for me to join him, which I gladly did. The marches are entirely peaceful; the marchers mostly black, but multi-racial, young and old. We chanted, “All night all day, we will fight for Freddie Gray.” And my personal favorite, “We love Baltimore, we want peace!” A tear ran down my cheek as I wondered if all my years of pulling for Baltimore, of trying to contribute and do the right thing, had really mattered at all.
CNN’s cameras panned the crowd and three helicopters hovered overhead, no doubt anxiously waiting for us to start smashing windows so they’d have a better story and bigger ratings.
My feelings remain conflicted. I disagree with violence as a means to any end. My brother is a cop. My brother-in-law is in the National Guard and was deployed to downtown Baltimore. They’ve been put in an untenable position thanks to years of shitty government policies that have decimated America’s middle class and shipped our jobs overseas. Of course there are bad apples in the police force, but they are rare and the depictions of them as killers are just as wrong and dangerous as the depictions of black youth as “thugs,” an offensive, racially charged term used by even President Obama and the Baltimore mayor. Demonizing the police erodes public trust in the most fundamental pillars of our society. It must stop. We should prosecute the bad apples without indicting the legions of good cops who risk their lives to keep us safe.
I’m heartbroken by what’s happening to my city. People don’t break their own spines — no one is buying that. The police and state’s attorney need to expedite their investigations and make the results public.
It’s time for the National Guard to go home. It’s time for the Orioles to play ball — at home. I read the Tweet from John Angelos, son of O’s owner Peter Angelos. It was nice. What would be nicer is for the O’s to play the Tampa series in Baltimore and for the Angelos family to donate all the proceeds to the neediest schools in the city.
The kids had their say and now the adults must step up. Each of us who lives here must find a way to contribute to the solution. We can be mentors or tutors; we can donate money or time. Call the school nearest to you and find out what they need. If you own a business, reach out to underserved communities the next time you’re hiring. If you give money, look around your own city before cutting checks to out-of-town charities. On Election Day, SHOW UP! How many city officials are elected by a tiny minority of voters? You’d be surprised.
And if you’re white and watching the events of this week unfold from the comfort of home on CNN, get off your ass and join the marches. Meet your neighbors and show them solidarity. You never know when you might need someone to march for you.
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Evan Low is not the leader the Victory Fund needs at this moment
The board must recognize what is at stake and act before org’s legacy is lost
As co-founder and the first executive director of the Victory Fund and Victory Institute, I find the ongoing turmoil between a dozen or more employees and the organization’s new president, Evan Low, deeply distressing—particularly during such a critical election year.
The Victory Fund’s mission has always been clear and important: to elect and support qualified LGBTQ candidates for public office and, in doing so, secure a “seat at the table” from which LGBTQ issues can be advanced. That mission is too important to let internal turmoil diminish it.
I applaud the employees for going public with their concerns. When harassment allegations and other serious complaints threaten to derail an organization that was once so effective, where else are employees supposed to turn? The board of directors has a legal and fiduciary responsibility to the organization and to its donors.
I do not know Mr. Low, nor have I ever met him. Given my role as a founder, former executive director, and major donor, I found that somewhat remarkable. I was also surprised by the organization’s lack of contact with me at any level—whether to seek my financial support, ask for help with fundraising, or simply seek the perspective of someone involved in building the organization from its earliest days.
When Mr. Low was hired, members of the press contacted me about reports concerning his involvement in previous election-law matters. I declined to comment beyond saying that the board had hired an outside search firm to conduct the search and that I was in no position to assess any issues in Mr. Low’s past.
In hindsight, however, I have come to believe that Mr. Low is not the leader the Victory Fund needs at this particular moment. Ultimately, though, this is a matter for the board of directors to resolve. The board has an obligation to act decisively and independently before this internal conflict further damages an organization whose stature, effectiveness, and reputation were built over decades. The work of the founding board, subsequent boards of directors, and former leaders David Mixner, Brian Bond, Chuck Wolfe, and Annise Parker should not be so easily undone.
The Victory Fund once commanded the admiration, confidence, and financial support of countless people—including me. I hope the board recognizes what is at stake and acts before that legacy is lost.
(Correction: An earlier version of this op-ed called for the board to conduct an independent investigation of the allegations. The board did conduct such an investigation.)
William Waybourn is co-founder and the first executive director of the Victory Fund and Victory Institute.
For years, transgender Americans have been told that visibility is important. We should tell our stories, educate people, speak publicly about our experiences and show younger transgender people that a future is possible. I understand that argument because I have participated in that kind of visibility myself. Nearly a decade ago, I appeared in National Geographic’s “Gender Revolution,” in 2017, hosted by Katie Couric. I have written publicly about being transgender, participated in LGBTQ politics and spent years thinking about what it means to transition in America. My history is hardly a secret. But as I have gotten older, I have increasingly found myself wanting something considerably less dramatic: I want the right to be an ordinary man.
That does not mean I am ashamed of being transgender, nor does it mean that transgender activists should stop fighting for our rights. Many of the freedoms I enjoy exist because previous generations of LGBTQ people were willing to be conspicuous when visibility carried considerable personal risk. But equality cannot require permanent visibility. There is a strange expectation placed upon members of minority groups that our lives should contain some larger social meaning. A transgender person who overcomes adversity is called “brave.” Someone who talks openly about transition becomes “inspiring.” Someone who succeeds becomes an example of “trans resilience.” Sometimes those descriptions are deserved and sincerely appreciated. But sometimes I do not want to represent resilience. Sometimes I just want to walk my dogs, sit in a coffee shop with my laptop, complain about Northern Virginia traffic, go swimming, write books and figure out what I am having for dinner. I also want to be able to gossip with my friends in meaningless ways and do off kilter things that resemble fun: axe throwing, bowling, and karaoke.
When I was younger, being transgender occupied an enormous amount of psychological territory. Transition required decisions, explanations and difficult conversations. Other people had questions. My body seemed consequential in a way that other people’s bodies did not. There was always another milestone ahead of me, and for a while it was difficult to imagine reaching a point when gender would no longer dominate my thoughts. Eventually, however, something unexpected happened: life became life again. The questions that occupy me today are increasingly the same mundane questions that occupy millions of other adults. What kind of career do I want? Am I being a good friend? What should I write next? What kind of person do I want to become?
Most strangers who meet me today simply see a man. They do not know my medical history or what I looked like years ago. They don’t know that I looked like a skinny track star, and then was put into the resemblances of a meager nonbinary body. They do not know the chronology of my transition unless I decide to tell them. There is tremendous freedom in that, and I have come to think of it not as deception but as privacy. Nobody introduces himself by providing strangers with a complete inventory of his medical history, childhood insecurities and previous identities. Human beings reveal themselves gradually. Different people know different parts of us, and intimacy develops when we decide that somebody has earned access to more of our story.
Yet transgender people are frequently encouraged to regard disclosure as a measure of authenticity. I no longer believe that it is. There are circumstances in which being transgender matters enormously, and there are others in which it barely matters at all. When I am writing, I want somebody to care about the quality of the sentence. When I am working, I want somebody to care whether I did the job well. When I make a friend, I want that person to discover the complicated human being underneath the surface: my ambitions, flaws, anxieties, ridiculous stories and sense of humor. Being transgender may eventually become part of that conversation, but it does not have to be the first thing somebody knows about me.
That, to me, is one of the least discussed promises of equality. For decades, LGBTQ people fought for the right to be seen because invisibility was often enforced through shame and discrimination. Visibility therefore became a form of liberation. But perhaps successful visibility should eventually produce another freedom: the freedom to become unremarkable. A gay couple should be able to bore their neighbors with complaints about their mortgage. A lesbian should not have to become an ambassador for lesbianism whenever she enters a room. A transgender man should not have to turn his body into a public seminar about gender. He should occasionally be allowed to be some guy. Transgender people, in a sense, should also have the right to be flawed: sometimes we yell at our romantic counterparts, and other times we get fired from jobs for being obnoxious. But we are only human, just like you.
There are, of course, transgender people who cannot or do not want to disappear into ordinary life, and there are young transgender people desperately searching for evidence that adulthood is possible for them. Visible transgender people can provide that evidence. But there should be another story available to those young people as well: you can grow up, transition and eventually spend less time thinking about transition. You can become preoccupied with your career, fall in love, get divorced, write a terrible first draft and spend three days fixing it, worry about your parents, buy groceries and acquire all the wonderfully tedious problems of adulthood.
That might not sound revolutionary, but perhaps that is precisely what makes it meaningful. The ultimate promise of transgender equality should not be that every transgender person becomes visible, celebrated, courageous, or inspirational. It should include the possibility that a transgender man can walk into a room and nobody finds his gender history particularly interesting. He can simply be a man living his life. Increasingly, I think that ordinary freedom is what I wanted from transition all along.
Isaac Amend is a transgender man and writer based in D.C. In 2017, he starred in National Geographic’s ‘Gender Revolution’ documentary. He sits on the board of the LGBT Democrats of Virginia. His author’s portfolio is available at isaacamend.com, and you can catch him on Instagram at: @isaacamend.
Opinions
LGBTQ community must vote in big numbers
We have a chance to retake Congress and flip governors’ mansions
On Nov. 3, we have a chance to make a difference for our own community, and for so many others, who are being hurt by the lying, grifting, felon in the White House, his fascist aides, and sycophants in Congress. The danger they pose is real.
We have seen members of the LGBTQ community have their lives threatened, and some even killed. The anti-trans language, and anti-trans legislation, both supported and proposed by this administration, and their MAGA followers around the nation, is real. In the Department of Defense, we have seen trans heroes drummed out of the military. Books on our community taken off library shelves, and our history being wiped out. Even the history of the Enola Gay, the plane that dropped the atomic bomb, was wiped out before someone actually told the dangerous, moron, Pete Hegseth, Secretary of Defense, that Gay was the name of the pilot’s mother, not a reference to our community.
Many members of the Log Cabin Republicans will proudly tell you that the administration is actually pro-LGBTQ, as there are gay members of the felon’s administration. What they don’t like to dwell on, is their silence during these attacks on the community. Yes, there are people like Richard Grennell, who destroyed the Kennedy Center. He cancelled concerts by the Gay Men’s Chorus, and programs by drag queens. Then there is Scott Bessent, the highest-ranking queer, a clearly self-hating, Secretary of the Treasury. A man who benefitted from the work of all the activists in our community, so he could get married, and have children, but then won’t speak out for the community. I wrote a column suggesting when his children grow up, they will be embarrassed by what their father didn’t do. Most of the other members of the LGBTQ community in this administration are either members, or supporters, of Log Cabin, and have sworn fealty to the lying, grifting, Trump in order to get, and keep, their jobs.
So, it is beyond time, for the LGBTQ community, and our allies, to vote, and vote in large numbers, to say ‘ENOUGH’, we will not continue to stand idly by while we, and others, are being hurt by this self-serving, venal administration.
Barney Frank once said “If we aren’t at the table, we are on the menu.” But we have come to realize, not every one of us at the table, will work to protect us. There are some at the table today who either agree with what the administration is doing, or are remaining silent out of fear. They remind us every day of the truth of the slogan, ‘Silence = Death.’
So, Nov. 3 is our next chance to speak out. We can do it with our votes. If we vote in large enough numbers, we have the chance to not only take back the Congress, the House and Senate, but to impact state governments, cities, and local communities. We have the real chance to take back the governor’s mansions in Ohio, by electing Amy Acton; in Iowa, by electing Rob Sand; in Florida, by electing David Jolly; and in Georgia, by electing Keisha Lance Bottoms, among other states. These races are all close, and our voting in big numbers can make the difference. Then we can flip state legislatures, mayor’s offices, local commissions, and even school boards. We have seen even in small communities like Rehoboth Beach, Del., when we vote, we elected the first out lesbian mayor, Susan Stewart. In Key West, we elected a commissioner, Christopher Massicotte. Our votes, along with so many other decent people, do make a real difference.
It is not only electing members of the LGBTQ community. It is electing those who will have our backs, and fight for us. We must support, and vote for, candidates who will have our backs and fight against the homophobia, and vicious attacks, on our community by today’s MAGA version of the Republican Party. While the numbers vary, there have been more than 500 anti-LGBTQ bills filed in state legislatures thus far in 2026. I may have missed something, but as far as I know the felon’s administration has not opposed any of them. They have endorsed a host of them through their words and actions.
So, I beg you, as a member of the LGBTQ community, and someone who believes in equal rights, and human rights, for all; please vote. Make the effort to get all your friends and family that support you, to vote as well. Martin Luther King, Jr., who I had the honor of meeting and taking with, once told me “Each one of us can make a difference.” This is your chance!
Peter Rosenstein is a longtime LGBTQ rights and Democratic Party activist.
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