Two weeks after her death, my bus fell south from New York toward Philadelphia. One question fixed in my mind: Could the 'opportunity' Redding and the others saw in Keisha be separated from the context of her life as a black, transgender woman?When I spoke to the PPD, they told me their investigation was ongoing, and did not elaborate.In every article I've read about Keisha she is identified as a student of Temple University. Her Facebook profile indicates as much. On the evening of October 6th, hours after her murder broke the news, a young, transgender Temple student named Shane grieved in a public post on social media. "Rest in power to yet another member of the transgender community, and a fellow #Temple Owl," he wrote. "She was just a 22 year old woman. . . I'm just mentally checking out of humanity right now." I'd written to Shane before coming to Philadelphia; he agreed to help however he was able.Could the 'opportunity' Redding and the others saw in Keisha be separated from the context of her life as a black, transgender woman?
I was allowed to make an announcement before the meeting began and asked for anyone with information to please speak with me after the meeting. Keisha was not a member of the QSU, and none of the student leaders running it knew who she was, though a few in the union later told me they thought they'd heard of her before. It didn't particularly surprise me that Keisha wasn't a member of the Queer Student Union. In New York, I've seen trans women encounter discrimination from the institutions and community resources that are meant to support and protect them. The QSU may not have seemed relevant or useful to Keisha. That was my theory at the time, anyway.An hour later night had fallen, the students and I migrated to a coffee shop on campus, where they gather every week after their meeting for "queer coffee." I'd come to their city trailing a ghost, but these kids were full of life. Their silly, enthused energy was jarring but irresistibly hopeful. Though I asked anyone who knew Keisha to speak with me, they had no answers. We talked for a while and then, uncertain of the next step to take, I called a car to return to my apartment. Temple University faded behind me. If I turned around and drove north I knew I'd cross into another world.The next morning I called Temple on my walk across town, asking for a comment regarding Keisha Jenkins' death. Apparently, the school's representative said, there is no record of Keisha attending Temple. Ever since the story broke, they've been looking for her in their records under various names, but have found nothing. (Upon my return to New York, I was contacted by more than one of Keisha's close friends. They heard that I was looking for answers. One of them told that Keisha applied to Temple, but she didn't get in. She changed her Facebook profile prematurely. After she was killed, the rumor that she attended Temple spread.)The material effects of systemic oppression are self evident in the Philadelphia transgender community.
Deja Alvarez works here. She's one of those women who accomplishes more in one day than you hope to all week. In addition to her work at Mazzoni's Trans Wellness Center, Alvarez works closely with Nellie Fitzpatrick, the Director of to Philadelphia's Office of LGBT Affairs. Deja also co-coordinates the Trans-Health Information Project. She's involved in an LGBT recovery house, and even works directly with the police department. "I do the trainings for all the graduating cadets," she said. "I work very closely with the deputy commissioner of police.""One of the big issues when Keisha was killed—every reporter was calling and wanting to address, 'Oh was she doing prostitution? Was she doing street work? Why was she out there?' Listen. I'm not addressing that in an interview period, unless you're also willing to address why she was forced into that line of work, and show her as a human who has been treated unfairly and who has been treated extremely poorly and that is why she's as at 13th and Wingohocking at two o'clock in the morning."Show her as a human who has been treated unfairly, who has been treated extremely poorly and that is why she's as at 13th and Wingohocking at two o'clock in the morning.
"Stop teaching them survival skills and start teaching them life skills," Alvarez said. "Let's give them the tools that they need to succeed. I'm tired of everybody bitching about the prostitution and bitching about the murders. What are you doing to change it? What problem are you addressing?"I'm tired of everybody bitching about the prostitution and bitching about the murders. What are you doing to change it?
Though she didn't know at the time, Cara was shot with a BB gun, not a real weapon. "It hurt so bad and I'd just seen a gun. I should have known because of the sound but I thought I was shot. So I run to the gas station and I'm bleeding. I'm like, 'Help, I just got shot. [They said,] 'I can't do nothing for you, get out of here.'"It ain't even about going to Old York Road. Just being a trans woman in Philly, it feels like society has failed me
You think if you're not on the stroll you're not at risk. But there are people that just plot on you because of who you are
"Even if you're just having casual sex, there's a chance that after y'all done they regret it and then try to hurt you because they feel like you made them do it," she said. "Some days I be scared to come out the house. I try not to come out after dark. I really be petrified of coming out the house when it's dark. Even sometimes in the daytime, because I don't trust people."Cara only met Keisha a couple times. They first met in the summer of 2014, and then again this past summer, before Keisha was killed. She'd totally transformed, Cara said. Keisha told her she was thinking about starting hormones.We lightened the conversation a little, and I thanked Cara for speaking with me before she left. Yamaski pulled out his phone. "Let me show you something," he said. "It's graphic, I apologize." The picture he showed me was of another trans woman that he'd been working with. It showed a deep, uncleaned wound on her head. The woman's hair was wet with blood and matted to her scalp. The wound had not been cleaned, and a row of staples was messily placed over it. "The police were there, the ambulance was there. But there was no police report done," he said. "She was taken to a major hospital in Philadelphia, and that's the kind of job that they did on her. You do a better job to a dog than to somebody like that."You do a better job to a dog than to somebody like that.
Alex told me that Keisha was a nice person. "But, you know, people can take it kind of for weakness. I don't really put myself in younger people's minds, because I don't know what they're thinking at that point in time, I don't want to say something. She was just a playful person. She was happy; I didn't really see no type of disrespect. I didn't see no type of a person that was always fighting or crazy. She was just a happy person when I met her."Near the end of our conversation, I asked Alex if she'd heard that someone was arrested for Keisha's murder. She had. I asked her if she'd seen Pedro Redding's photo. She said she had, then I asked if she knew him. The following statement cannot be verified or confirmed. Broadly contacted the Defender's Association of Philadelphia, who are representing Pedro Redding, but they did not return our request for comment. "It was a client. I can say that it was a client. I don't put myself in stuff like that, so I don't want to say I knew this person, because we only had sex. But, I never knew that he would be that type of person to beat somebody and kill them."The question circling in the back of my mind resurfaced: Could the "opportunity" Redding and the others saw in Keisha be separated from the context of her life as a black, transgender woman? Keisha was known as a high earner on Old York Road, so she was targeted for that, but when she fought back, and she fought hard, two gunshots ended her life. Why did Keisha's killers view her as disposable? Did they think no one would care if she died because she's transgender, that no one would call the police or, if she made it to the hospital, she wouldn't be treated like a human being?It was my last night in Philadelphia. I lay awake for hours, going over the interviews again and again. Keisha faded in and out on my computer screen, in a memorial slideshow one of her friends posted to her Facebook wall in the days after her murder. Another friend had posted a video of Keisha; their post says it was taken 30 to 45 minutes before her death. In the video, Keisha and two other trans girls are dressed up, laughing at the camera, listening to music at a take-out place. "I'm still in shock," the friend wrote. "Everything happened in the blink of an eye."In the morning, I called a taxi and asked the driver if we had time to drive along Old York Road before going to the bus station. I'd miss my bus, he said, so we headed straight for 30th Street Station. A moment later he sighed, and told me that someone had just been killed up there, along Old York Road. A crossdresser, he said.I know, I told him—I'd come to Philadelphia to write about her death."Get out of here!" he said, incredulous. He saw me in the rearview mirror, but didn't realize that I'm trans. "You go up to that park at three o'clock in the morning, the hair stands up on your neck. That's not the first time [someone was killed].""What they did was, they robbed the person and they killed them. I think they thought they was robbing one of the girls and when they seen he was a man, the whole perspective changed from a robbery to something else."I'd been back in New York for a week when Amanda and I spoke on the phone. The news of Keisha's death broke her heart, but it didn't surprise her. She's always known what Old York Road entails. "They've watched almost all their girlfriends pass away, get killed, get raped, get beat, get robbed. They've watched all of it. They're tired of it. But it's oppression. One generation leaves, the next generation comes out there.""[Keisha] lived for the day," Amanda said. "When she woke up she thanked God. That's how she lived. She didn't live for the future. She didn't live for the past. She lived in that moment, at that moment, at that hour."Old York Road will eat you and spit you out. All you can do is yell and scream. You can't do nothing but fight back.