George Yancy: Remember What Audre Lorde Told Us — The Oppressor Doesn’t Determine What’s True
To navigate these terrible times, we need Audre’s Lorde’s audacity: Protect the public sphere. Refuse to be silenced.
George Yancy: Why the Right Is Wrong About Critical Race Theory
The right wing has tried to distort critical race theory. This Black History Month, let’s reflect on what it really is.
William C. Anderson: In Fighting Fascism, We Must Choose Our Battles Wisely
We must decide between what’s worth fighting about and what’s not the best use of our time.
Robert Cording | Notes: August, 2020, Whidbey Island
Some days all of America—the whole messy idea of it—
seems to be right here, the military meeting
the idyllic so casually.
Video: Incident (Mature content, includes actual violence)
Harith (Snoop) Augustus had left work at the barbershop down the street when he was shot by a Chicago police officer. Morrison’s documentary captures the final moments of his life, and the actions and reactions of the police and neighbors who were there when it happened.
George Yancy: Cornel West | We Must Keep Our Souls Intact as We Organize Under Trump Again
“Trump is American gangsterism crystallized, honest about itself, unashamed and bold,” says West.
Abby Zimet: Onward Christian Boot Camps
As a baleful Cabinet of Horrors coalesces, up next to run our vast military is “perfect Trump World monster” Pete Hegseth, a creepy, philandering, “inordinately unqualified” White Nationalist facing charges of drunken sexual assault.
Derrick Z. Jackson: Uneasy Election Enthusiasm in Philadelphia
More than any other social condition, concentrated poverty erodes the cooperative networks on which democratic participation depends.
Doralee Brooks: Three Poems
Carmen, the shop assistant, slender and kinetic as a twig in wind,
scrubs my hair. Says how she waxes herself, down there.
Jean Toomer: Harvest Song
My ears are caked with dust of oat-fields at harvest-time.
Reginald Shepherd: Hesitation Theory
I drift into the sound of wind,
how small my life must be
to fit into his palm like that, holly
leaf, bluejay feather, milkweed fluff
Desne A. Crossley: Old Fist, Daniel and My Mom
Beneath the mildly disruptive playfulness, he was a bright kid waiting to be encouraged.
Tracy Fessenden: Decades after Billie Holiday’s death, ‘Strange Fruit’ is still a searing testament to injustice – and of faithful solidarity with suffering
Sixty-five years ago, on July 17, 1959, Billie Holiday died at Metropolitan Hospital in New York.
KAMAU FRANKLIN: PROTEST AND SERVE
Organizers working to end police violence refuse to be intimidated by growing efforts to criminalize free speech.
