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Natalie A. Collier
Black Folks: Keep Your Head Up When I was in New Orleans last week, a small group of us Mississippians gathered to talk about the election, since lots of other people at the convening were also discussing it. I was reminded of how know precarious the voting situation is for Black folks in the state,...
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Note: Since the time of this writing, a Fort Worth Police officer (Aaron Dean, who resigned and was, subsequently, arrested and charged with murdered) killed another person, 27-year-old Atatiana Jefferson, in her home. I didn’t pay attention to most of the case like many people did, because I knew what would happen, and I had...
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“Bobby* died,” my mother mentioned to me emotionless. She’s always forgetting to tell me someone back home has died. The news usually happens after she mentioned their funeral. “What did you do today?” I might ask. And one of the things on her list will be that she went to so-and-so’s funeral. A moment of...
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If I ever for real, real believed in Santa Claus, I don’t recall, because I don’t remember realizing I’d been lied to. I do remember we were forced to write letters to the guy in elementary school and he never wrote back. Also that some folks who deserved coal, like Ms. Askew, never got it,...
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Todo nuestro trabajo en The Lighthouse | Black Girl Projects se centra en lograr una "libertad responsable", uno de los siete principios programáticos. Sobre estos principios, somos capaces de fomentar la comunidad, nuestra autonomía y un sentido continuo de autoevaluación. Hacerlo es el primer paso para superarnos. Resumen La supremacía blanca es una ideología omnipresente...
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Nos sentamos en un cuadrado, no en un círculo. Había un mueble de jardín gris con cojines negros que había sido reutilizado como mueble seccional, sillas de acento retapizadas con un patrón floral oscuro que no estaba seguro de que me gustara, y una gran otomana gris con mechones y patas de clavija que estaba en el centro. También había dos sillones negros...
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Grace* fue sincera porque pensó que era lo correcto, pero era su posición en el programa -uno de sus espacios seguros- lo que le preocupaba. No quería ponerla en peligro. El hecho de que esta fuera su principal preocupación todavía me molesta. Dice mucho más de lo que ella creía. Uno de los más...
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About a year ago, I wrote a quick reflection about self-care. I’m going to share it again but want to share what prompted it. A dear friend sent me the screenshot of author/professor Roxane Gay’s tweet and a response by her author/professor peer, Melissa Harris-Perry about self-care. Gay writes: “Today I was told ‘you excel...
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The only thing I remember about Charles Dickens’ “A Tale of Two Cities” is the opening line: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” I know there’s more poetic prose that comes afterward, but I have no use for it, particularly now. There is no more fitting way to describe...
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Her shirt was light-colored, maybe white, but a button-down with a collar for sure. Long sleeves. She wore slacks, a blazer that might’ve been a lightweight leather, a bit strange, in hindsight. Her hair was pulled back tightly into a thin ponytail; it grabbed at the nape of her neck. A dark-colored cap was pulled...
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