Article ID: 12950
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Author: Z Budapest
Posted: October 30th. 2008
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Farewell my friend!
Sequoia was an old beloved friend of mine. We met in 1970 at the Crenshaw Women’s Center.
Every month we put out a handcrafted newsletter (mimeographed!) , and sent it out to hundreds of women. It was called SISTER. This job took about five to six women, for about three or four days. We all came to the first day, ready to tackle the task.
We had arrived and there was this woman from Ohio already, with long red hair, and a feminist T-shirt on. Introductions, and then we looked around … where is the work? We started looking for our piles.
“Oh, the newsletter you mean?” She said. “Yes, I saw that and ran it, and bundled it, and it’s ready for the Post Office. I put it over there, ” she said.
We stood around the pile of newsletters neatly bundled and addressed, like it was manna from heaven.
“How long did it take you?” We asked.
“Well I have been here since early morning, there was nothing more to do, so I saw it, and thought I’ll help you out. I was bored.”
We sat down and started applauding the red haired Ohioan sister. She said her name was Pat, Patricia; I immediately renamed her SuperPat; Sups for short.
We all became fast friends with Sups. We shared other feminist chores, spray painting L.A. with feminist slogans for example. But soon she got bored with the service oriented Women’s Center, moved to the beach in Venice.
There she joined other groups, the first one was a communist commune, where she single handedly produced events, sewed costumes, leafleted for demonstrations. I didn’t go to those.
I had started my sacred work with the Susan B Anthony Coven Number One in 1971. Sups showed up for us witches. She was a dynamite circle sister. After each Sabbath she would come and get me with her motorcycle and up we went to the old coven stead in Malibu. There she would walk me through last night’s events, praising this and criticizing that, I learned from her as an observer of my work. This was very lucky, SuperPat understood energy. She made me grow.
Then the story with her boyfriend got a little hairy. Robert was a big guy, a Heathen biker, and he had a nasty drug habit with angel dust. At one of these bouts, he attacked my friend, pushed her car into the canal. She came to see me for what to do. I was a rabid feminist then, and all I had for her was, you got to stand up for yourself, no matter what.
Pat went out and got a gun.
Next time Robert was coming for her, after he destroyed all her furniture in her house, she shot him five times. Then she called me. It was in the middle of the night, we went to the police station, where she was kept. Pat had a single match with her in jail; she lit it, and performed a ritual to Artemis with a promise that if she gets out, she will make weapons for women.
In the meantime the police found out that Robert was a police killer. He was wanted. They handled Pat with respect, and there wasn’t even an arraignment they let her go. Self-defense. Which was true.
Together we attended Madcap Collage classes like welding. Yeah, me becoming a welder, right, but Pat managed to graduate to Arc, and hovered over me in her full blown welding protective gear while I was still just making the “puddles.”
But the Heathens biker’s club were up in arms and swore to kill her in revenge.
At the inception of Covenant of the Goddess (COG) , we all drove up to Northern California to sign the officious document that would form COG. I signed for the Susan B, and Sups came along as a coven member. After the signing, she told me she was staying there in Greenfield. She was still there when I spoke with her the day before she passed.
She was one of the very first members of the Susan B Anthony Coven Number One, and later she joined many other covens in North California.
We lost each other for a while.
In the eighties, I had started my work in San Francisco at the Women’s Building producing the Women’s Spiral Dance, the first spiral dances in America. That’s when SuperPat changed her name to Sequoia.
She always came promoting something important for Earth First, then just a slew of GREEN causes. I saw her at least once or twice a year.
I talked to her a day before she left her life on this plane. I was going to travel up to her woods, find her and administer her last rites. As we talked she said, “Don’t worry. I have already administered my own last rites.”
“You all alone?!”
“Sure, ” she said, “you’re talking to a triple Virgo.”
“Call before you set out, ” she said. “Make sure I’m still alive.”
I called and she wasn’t. She passed away in her sleep.
Her brave heart finally at rest. No more demonstrations. Arrests for Green causes. Making labrises for women. No more dissatisfaction with the slow mo advances of the public consciousness.
Deep peace sweet friend.
She has passed on with her long red hair spread out over her head like a Celtic crown. All her affairs taken care of. A triple Virgo all the way.
Many thanks for your contribution to the Goddess Movement.
May Kali be merciful to you.
We send you LOVE and Respect.
And a wicked sad keening.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
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