For a brief moment this week, the rainbow disappeared from the Stonewall National Monument. The Pride flag was removed after the Trump administration applied federal flag policy at national sites. Officials described it as a procedural decision. For many LGBTQIA+ people, it felt deeply symbolic. Taking down the rainbow at Stonewall touched a nerve, because this is where the modern queer movement ignited in 1969.
The response was swift. More than 2,000 people gathered in Greenwich Village to stand for visibility and history. Activists, neighbours, elected officials and allies filled the streets with chants and colour. When replacing the flag proved complicated, participants tied rainbow banners alongside the Stars and Stripes, making it clear that queer history is inseparable from the broader national story.
Manhattan Borough President Brad Hoylman-Sigal and New York City Mayor Zohran Mamdani joined the crowd, criticising the removal and affirming Stonewall’s place in collective memory.
And now, the rainbow is flying again.
Its return is more than a visual correction. It is a reminder that visibility can be challenged but not erased. Symbols still matter. When history is tested, people show up. And when we show up together, colour always finds its way back into the sky.
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