I learned this morning that Mary Frances Platt died in a hospital on September 15. The explanation provided was "complications from disability." Many may remember her for the anger that drove her to fight tirelessly for justice, yet that passion was infectious and transformative. Nonetheless, the moments of gentleness and affection that came after we'd duked out a solution to some seemingly intractable problem are what I remember best. I always thought we'd bump into each other again and find another project on which to work...
A memorial is apparently being planned for this spring in Northampton...
