Our elders are more than the utility they provide
The problem of visibility at the intersection of aging, poverty and Blackness predates me, finding its genesis on the plantation grounds.
The problem of visibility at the intersection of aging, poverty and Blackness predates me, finding its genesis on the plantation grounds.
I could have chosen to run east, away from the scene. Instead, I headed west, daring to face the waiting hate.
After temporarily removing Christopher Columbus statues from Chicago Parks, on August 12th, Mayor Lori Lightfoot announced the “Project to Assess Memorials and Monuments in the City’s Public Art Collection.” Members of this project will form an advisory committee with local…
On Saturday, June 20th, 62-year-old Ejaz Choudry, a Pakistani man living with schizophrenia, was tragically and violently killed by Peel Region Police in Mississauga, Ontario. Choudry’s family called the non-emergency police line to help the man as he suffered through…
The world has an appetite for our pain, and this is what I refuse. This is why I will never again decide to protect someone who harms me.
With inadequate responses to CSA and little trust in police among people of color, relying on cops to address an issue like CSA is questionable, at best.
Black men’s “senseless” acts of violence are much more sophisticated in nature than both the liberal and conservative anti-abolition culture of poverty argument would have one believe.
None of this is new, and when we remember this we get stronger in our strategies of dismantling the systems that produce this violence.
I once told a therapist, “The only reason I haven’t killed myself is because I’d anger and hurt so many people who love me.” I suspect I was mostly complaining because love was hacking away at my American sense of individualism.
It feels too enormous a task to mourn so many at once.