Journals
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White On Paper
In June, Rachel Dolezal, an activist and former president of the NAACP chapter in Spokane, was outed by her parents as being a white woman. She later left the organization. And just yesterday, Shaun King, an activist affiliated with the Black [...]
Race, Love, Hate, and Me: A Distinctly American Story
Over the past 72 hours I have been attacked with lies by the conservative media, lies that have been picked up by the traditional media and spread further. I have kept silent at the advice of friends and mentors, but I will do so no longer. [...]
Marrow Weary—How Deeply Rooted Racism is in the Fight For Equal Education
A one minute review of the recent events unfolding, as it seems that’s all the time we have left. As of August 30t, 2015, I will no longer be a Local School Council Facilitator, as my medium, and long term goals conflict with this [...]
I am Darren Wilson
I am Darren Wilson. Which is to say I am guilty in the slaying of Michael Brown. Think of me as the guy who drives the getaway car - who provides the means of escape. Or think of me as the guy who, with malice [...]
A Light-Skinned Latina Like Me Will Never Be Able to Live in The Land Of Whiteness
I’ve been told that I’m the ‘good’ kind of Latino because of my skin color What exactly does being a light-skinned Latina mean for me? It means that all at once, I am just dark enough, too dark or not dark enough at all. It [...]
“I’m Now As Poor as I was Before” — Prison-Created Poverty
No one likes to talk about the fact that “doing time” leaves the majority of returning citizens worse off than before they were incarcerated. Prior to my imprisonment, I had a very successful consulting business and I lived a solidly middle-class life. I worked hard, I [...]
I Looked at a Rapist In The Mirror and Saw Him Smiling Back
*This piece has been published with permission of the referenced ex-partner. Other relationships may have been slightly altered to protect specific identities.* The first time I was sexually assaulted I must have been 9 or 10 years old. I was violated by two family [...]
On Bill Cosby, Victim Blaming, and What it Means to be a Rape Survivor
Fourteen years ago, I was raped. It was late fall 2001. I was in the first semester of my 9th grade year in high school. I was14 years old. My parents had just gotten divorced, and I’d recently transferred to a new school district for a [...]