Race, Memory, and the World That Made New Orleans

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2016-11-29T17:39:10+00:00

My father is listed as white on his birth certificate. His great-grandfather was the founder of America’s first black daily newspaper. But when I tell the story of my family, inextricably linked to the narrative of New Orleans and, in fact, to the country, I [...]

Why The Edmund Pettus Bridge Must Be Renamed

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2016-11-29T17:39:10+00:00

The Edmund Pettus Bridge is a symbol of freedom all over the world. It is also a symbol of voting rights and democracy. However, the very name stands for the exact opposite. Symbols are powerful. Symbols enter into our conscious and subconscious without our screening them. [...]

10 Uncomfortable Truths About Being Black in America

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2016-11-29T17:39:10+00:00

I talk and write about race a lot. I can’t escape being Black, even if I want to. I have always been race conscious, known who I am, and where I stand in the world. However, everything changed for me during the Trayvon Martin [...]

Five Days in the Life: Single, Minimum-Wage Fast Food Working Mom in Chicago

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2016-11-29T17:39:10+00:00

Name: Adriana Alvarez, 23 City: Cicero, Illinois Child: Manuel, three Job: I’ve worked at a McDonald’s franchise for almost five years. I do everything in my store: cashier; kitchen; runner; drive-through. Wherever I’m needed, I’m there. When I’m not at work, I’m with my son — and sometimes [...]

Choosing Queer: I Was Not Born This Way, And That’s Ok.

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2016-11-29T17:39:10+00:00

I don’t remember the first time I found a boy attractive. I do know that in my earliest memories, when I was 4 or 5, this attraction felt natural and innate. I know, too, that there was a first time I found a girl [...]

Growing Up Muslim in a Post-9/11 World

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2016-11-29T17:39:10+00:00

My sister put on the hijab when she was 20 years old. I remember the color of her first scarf—a pale blue green, maybe chiffon, crinkling at the corners of her smiling eyes, enveloping the circumference of her perfect moon shaped face. My sister was one [...]

I Don’t Act Like An ‘Angry Black Woman’ – But I’m Read That Way If I Broach Race

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2016-11-29T17:39:10+00:00

“Why are you so angry?” my mother asked me during her recent visit to Brooklyn. It’s the first time my mother has ever asked me that question, and I know that she is lovingly unaware of its ramifications as a nocuous cliche, despite its power as [...]