Cornel West & Rev. Traci Blackmon: Clergy in Charlottesville Were Trapped by Torch-Wielding Nazis We continue our roundtable discussion on violence that erupted in Charlottesville, Virginia, over the weekend as thousands of neo-Nazis, KKK members and other white nationalists began descending on the city to participate in the “Unite the Right” rally. Thousands of counterprotesters
An Open Letter to Trump About DACA, from a Dreamer Dear President Trump, My name is Juan Escalante. I am a long time Florida resident, the oldest of three brothers, and a two-time graduate of Florida State University. I am also an undocumented immigrant who considers myself American in all ways but one — on paper. My family and I
[TWO WEEKS IN APRIL 2017] REPORTED CHEMICAL WEAPON ATTACK IN SYRIA http://www.cnn.com/2017/04/05/middleeast/idlib-syria-attack/ Victim: ‘I don’t know if my family is dead or alive’ Mazin Yusif, a 13-year-old-boy, broke down in tears at the Reyhanli Hospital in southern Turkey near the Syrian border. About 25 survivors of Tuesday’s attack are being treated there, and several said
Home, by Warsan Shire (British-Somali poet) no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark. you only run for the border when you see the whole city running as well. your neighbours running faster than you, the boy you went to school with who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
SUN TIMES. OPINION 02/26/2017, 11:07pm Opinion: New rules, same humans Connie Schultz On Tuesday morning of last week, less than an hour after U.S. officials deported Guadalupe Olivas Valencia to Mexico, he leapt to his death from a bridge that connects our two countries. BBC News reported witnesses describing Olivas, who was 45, as distressed
http://www.newyorker.com/culture/cultural-comment/poetry-in-a-time-of-protest CULTURAL COMMENT POETRY IN A TIME OF PROTEST By Edwidge Danticat January 31, 2017 The day that Donald Trump was sworn in as President of the United States, I went to hear the Alabama-based poet Ashley M. Jones read from her book “Magic City Gospel” at my local bookstore in Miami, a city that
To Rivers Running To Freedom To Rivers Running To Freedom (Apropos The Underground Railroad) With eyes wide open And souls burning, While they rested We were running— Running dreams To visions like rivers: Cascading estuaries; Wide open seas. Running dreams Under star decked heavens; In the rivers God has troubled free. Running dreamers Running and
Details | Underground Railroad Poem | | https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/best/underground_railroad Respect The Roots I’m thankful for slaves who never could understand, “Why do I work for people and get less than the bare minimum wage?” Why do I go through the pain and suffering if there’s no gain for my family or me? My greats never were
since stonewall i remember the day they triumphantly said “it’s okay to be gay in massachusetts” my then-girlfriend and i were sitting in our high school’s gsa, fingers flitting along forearms before lips gripped each other, fists zipped together like this was a catalyst over the years, i saw it grow from a
On Wednesday 6th April 1994, my mother came back from Kigali having returned from buying stock for her shop. She told us to pray. That the end for us had arrived. She told us that the former president had died. The next day interahamwe, some of them our neighbours, came to steal our belongings. On
