“A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future.” Albert Camus Last night I committed an act of resistance: I allowed myself to feel. When the hashtags announcing the death of another person of color cease as a trend and become a weekly inevitability, numbness feels like … Continue reading the sisyphus prayer
Jordan Edwards is dead. When I lift my fingers to type, they drum down on the keys with the weight of this--the names of the people Racism has stolen from my communities. They are not just headlines that will pass away; they are not just bodies behind bars. Yet I live in a country where … Continue reading to write and riot: one year later
Would a white doctor be dragged through the aisle of an airplane for not leaving his seat? I ask this question not only because it's timely, but because I've asked this question for a hundred different scenarios: Would a white woman be scolded in this situation, her feelings called paranoid? Would a white man's motives … Continue reading getting out: part II
I've never been strapped to a chair in preparation for lobotomy, but when I saw the horror in David Kaluuya's eyes as his character's desperate situation dawned on him, I discovered that the pounding of my heart in sync with his was not new...it was familiar. I didn't know what to expect when I sat … Continue reading getting out: part I
There's about half an hour left of Black History Month as I type this, and I am determined to cling to each minute left, use it. I feel like I've been slightly MIA this month--a respite from writing, a sabbatical from marching, moments in shadowed corners away from the fray, where I hear my breath … Continue reading every black drop
What does "Christian" mean today in America? Not for those who consider themselves followers of Christ, but for those who do not: When you hear "Christian," what words or images come to mind? Let's get real here. People see 81% (voted for Trump) and 76% (approved of the travel ban) and white evangelical Christians get … Continue reading percentages
Wax dripped onto my fingers as I gripped a candle in the midst of hundreds. I stood in Washington Square two nights ago, catching snatches of the speakers' declarations, a litany of "Stand up, fight back"s and "This is what America looks like"s and "No ban, no wall"s. The memory of the press of people at my shoulders bolsters me now as I consider the past few days of controversial Executive Orders and the resulting protests.