When human beings are framed as a national security threat, barbed wire is the next logical step. But unlike during the Japanese internment, today there’s high-level political resistance.
In her personal London Story, the latest of her commissions as part of her role as Young Poet Laureate for London, Warsan Shire uses the city as the backdrop for an exploration of her feelings of falling in love.
Yannis Behrakis, one of the world’s most respected photographers who chronicled with empathy “the best and the worst of humankind” in global conflicts and crises, has died of cancer at 58. Born … Continue reading →
Each day at Greyhound stations across the nation, families released from detention and traveling to sponsors’ homes find grandmotherly help. Every morning, Bonita Amaro and her sister Yolanda Sanchez arrive … Continue reading →
. A quiet look at the lives on the line. First-hand stories from Central American migrants and asylum seekers searching for a better life in the north. This was made … Continue reading →
Over 22.5 million people have been forced to flee their countries. Last year, less than 200,000 were resettled. It’s a famous story, though perhaps not famous enough. The 1939 voyage … Continue reading →
. CRACKING 100 Near the border, preschoolers worry about butterflies. How can they fly over the wall? Fifty feet tall, thick steel plates would sear delicate wings. And, lizards, Miss, … Continue reading →
Rev. Dr. Charles N. Davidson: A Summons to a Nationwide Citizens’ Mobilization to Free and Unite Migrant and Refugee Children and Families
The crucial moment has arrived amid the immigration crisis inflaming the nation—the time for citizens from cities, townships, and hamlets across the land to answer the clarion call to take … Continue reading →
Let the mothers rush toward their babies and wrap their arms around them tight enough to hold back even the sea if it would harm them. Let the anguish … Continue reading →
Sun spills silver stars of light along rippling summer waves. A string of pelicans wing the horizon, light in flight for all their heft. Children squeal and squirm inside … Continue reading →
Before I was killed by a matter of minutes I was combing the hair of my daughter And braiding her plaits With a pair of tweezers in the shape of … Continue reading →
Once there was a room, a house. Once there was a family, all threaded lives, there were books and learning, photographs, happy memories. Once there was a path, a … Continue reading →