It’s difficult to sit in the pocket of someone else’s sadness.
Although we seek escape, our goal cannot be to remain fugitives.
I hate that moment on reality tv when someone has suffered some kind of loss—received a devastating critique from judges or being kicked off a competition—and the show’s host shoves a microphone in their face and demands, “how are you feeling?” Perhaps those who participate in such shows have been trained, given the appropriate responses. … Continue reading feelings
How many centuries of terror populate the singing woman’s sorrow song?
I cannot be invited to a scene of African unhumaning and be told to recognize the complexity of the white people at that scene.
mah tongue is in my friend’s mouf —Zora Neale Hurston Soon after I completed high school, I worked at a small nursing home. Every few months, a certain kind of patient would come in: a young man, brought by family, rarely visited, visibly wasting. This was before antiretrovirals. He seemed terribly isolated and resigned. He … Continue reading Watching Pose from Nairobi
Take it from me Some day we’ll all be free —Donny Hathaway We will win, Mariame Kaba teaches. “Hope is a discipline,” Mariame Kaba teaches. She asks that we practice how we want to live. Freedom is a practice. Freedom rooted in care is a practice. Freedom rooted in care and working across difference is … Continue reading fragments toward freedom