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Her Name Was Stephanie

Filed By Guest Blogger | November 20, 2013 5:00 PM | comments

Filed in: Living, Transgender & Intersex
Tags: acceptance, anti-trans violence, Christianity, religion-based bigotry, TDOR, Transgender Day of Remembrance

Editor's Note: Guest blogger Azariah Southworth is a junior at Indiana-Purdue University of Fort Wayne majoring in media and public communication. Once the host of a widely-watched Christian TV show, he now dreams of being a cast member on 1 Girl 5 Gays.

Driving to church was a dreadfully boring experience. There was nothing but corn fields and dirt roads the whole way. Occasionally, my sister Amanda would try to entertain us by singing, then, my other sister Sarah would try rapping the song "Jesus Freak." I would join in on occasion but I spent most of the time staring out the windows wishing the drive was over.

Driving to Sunday evening service the night that Stephanie came was no different.

her_name_was_stephanie.jpgEvery Sunday evening the church service was dedicated to congregants sharing testimonies of what God has done or is doing for them. My dad was always the first to testify. He is a man of routine. Just like he would go through every room in the house praying the same prayer for each of his kids every weekend, he also gave the same testimony every Sunday.

After my dad would speak then Carla would share. After Carla shared, a lady named Stephanie walked on the stage. She adjusted the microphone and began to speak. Stephanie was not a part of the typical Sunday lineup. This was different, in more ways than one.

Stephanie had long brown hair and wore a floral print dress with tennis shoes. I don't remember the words she spoke but I remember she reeked of sadness, fear, and desperation like heavy cheap perfume. There was an odd tension in the room when she took the stage, as if she didn't belong up there.

When the church service ended, members of the congregation gathered around her in the back. At a young age I knew what this meant: they wanted to convert her. But, why? I didn't understand.

As we drove the dirt roads home that night in our grey Chevrolet station wagon, Amanda didn't sing and Sarah didn't rap. Instead, we talked about Stephanie.

That night as I closed my eyes to sleep, Stephanie closed her bedroom door for the last time. A few days later my mom told us what happened.

Stephanie had just been released from jail. After Stephanie visited our church as a last attempt to find love and acceptance, she went home. It was there that someone tied Stephanie to her bed and murdered her.

The conversation we had about Stephanie on our way home from church that evening was how her birth name was Stephen. The tension in the church sanctuary that testimony night stemmed from the fact that Stephanie was a transgender woman. The reason why members wanted to convert her after the service is because they thought she wasn't right with God.

bigstock-Memorial-Candles-320417.jpgIt was us, the church, who weren't right with God.

On that testimony night, Stephanie spent her last evening in a place she hoped would show her love and acceptance. Instead, our testimony was one of rejection and hate for who she was.

On this Transgender Day of Remembrance, consider who the Stephanies in your life might be. Love them. Accept them. Make sure they know it.

Be love,
Azariah Southworth

"Her Name Was Stephanie" graphic via Azariah Southworth

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