The Hill We Climb
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Golden Globe Award Speech
This is the speech that Oprah Winfrey gave on January 7, 2018 upon receiving the Cecil B. DeMille Lifetime Achievement Award at the Golden Globes awards ceremony.
How We Could Have Lived or Died This Way
Martín Espada How We Could Have Lived or Died This Way Not songs of loyalty alone are these, But songs of insurrection also, For I am the sworn poet of every dauntless rebel the world over. Walt Whitman I see the dark-skinned bodies falling in the street as their ancestors fell before the whip and
A Letter to Brock Turner
Your Honor, if it is all right, for the majority of this statement I would like to address the defendant directly.
You don’t know me, but you’ve been inside me, and that’s why we’re here today.
On January 17th, 2015, it was a quiet Saturday night at home. My dad made some dinner and I sat at the table with my younger sister who was visiting for the weekend. I was working full time and it was approaching my bed time. I planned to stay at home by myself, watch some TV and read, while she went to a party with her friends. Then, I decided it was my only night with her, I had nothing better to do, so why not, there’s a dumb party ten minutes from my house, I would go, dance like a fool, and embarrass my younger sister. On the way there, I joked that undergrad guys would have braces. My sister teased me for wearing a beige cardigan to a frat party like a librarian. I called myself “big mama”, because I knew I’d be the oldest one there. I made silly faces, let my guard down, and drank liquor too fast not factoring in that my tolerance had significantly lowered since college(…)
Indigenous voices from Guatemala’s Day of No Violence Against Women
Introduction Given by Cecelia Merida, an organizer from the Colectivo de Vida, Justicia y Libertad Para Las Mujeres de Huehuetenango (The Women’s Collective for Life, Justice and Liberty in Huehuetenango) “Four years ago, this space was declared a violence-free space for women. We are reclaiming our rights to occupy these spaces and all other spaces,
brown out shouts!
brown out shouts! this is for matea who dances the bomba with hands that crest moonhips and kisses harder than she loves herself. every trans, genderqueer, futchie, fairy, AG, anything with roots arches toward her, they can’t help it, their arms like petals soaking up her light. and this is for my student, hard ass