The Harts were hideous monstrosities of unbounded proportions.
[Content Warning:child abuse, anti-Blackness, state violence, murder of Black children, suicide.]
Years of reported child abuse claims, including physical harm and starvation, recently culminated in the death of an entire family. Sarah and Jennifer Hart drove their SUV off a California roadside cliff with their adopted children inside. Three of the children were found among the car wreckage along with the two women — Markis (19), Abigail (14), and Jeremiah (14). The other three remain unfound and are presumed dead, possibly washed out to sea. They are Hannah (16), Sierra (12), and Devonte (15). read more
Every day is “Punish a Muslim Day” for islamophobes.
By Hafsa Quraishi
Remember when aspiring model, Resham Khan, was doused in acid on her 21st birthday in east London last summer? Or when a mosque in Victoria, Texas was burned to the ground? Or when a gunman opened fire at a mosque in Quebec City killing six people? None of these incidents occurred on today, which is being referred to as “Punish a Muslim Day”. That’s because every day is “Punish a Muslim Day” for islamophobes.read more
Anger, beyond happiness, has been a driving force and a focused laser beam which has led me to some of the most cathartic moments of self-care.
[TW: mention of sexual assault and the word r/pe]
The beginning of April marks the start of Sexual Assault Awareness Month (#SAAM #SAAM2018). Victims and survivors of sexual assault who are vocal about our experiences with rape and rape culture usually find ourselves advocating for justice, or explaining the ways in which our toxic culture creates environments so unsustainable and difficult to endure, that we crumble under the weight of our past and present. read more
Reina Gossett is a visionary and her work deserves prestige and compensation.
As a writer and an organizer, I get a warm flush a few times a month when I get a shout out on social media from my many peers and colleagues in queer feminist POC networks. The last one that gave me real pause was the incomparable make-up artist Umber Ghauri of Brown Beauty Standards who let the world know that I did one of my usual backstage hook-ups for a great campaign celebrating trans women’s beauty for the End Violence Against Women campaign. Reina Gossett is a historical researcher, writer, filmmaker and activist who has been receiving the antithesis of the aforementioned warm treatment that comes from community solidarity and compassionate collaboration. She’s been done real dirty in the furore which has surrounded the Netflix documentary film “The Death and Life of Marsha P. Johnson”. If you are unfamiliar with what I am talking about, Gossett accused David France, the director, of capitalizing on her years of research and ideas for the film. While she applied for the same grant France did in order to co-create her fictional short film, “Happy Birthday Marsha!”, his grant request was approved while Gossett’s was denied.
I spoke with David France, just to get a measure of the man. I was not interested in the pernickety back and forth of accusations, allegations, defensiveness and labored partial truth seeking. The expansion of digital media has enlarged the court of public opinion exponentially to an extent that would boggle the minds of television watchers. In this era where many are concerned about the not-that-new phenomenon of ‘fake news’, the thoroughness of journalistic endeavor hasn’t been diluted across the board. David France believes that because he had “trans and gender non-conforming people from the very top of our production to the bottom of our production” that it could exempt him from criticism of his cishet white gaze and perhaps even invalidate Reina’s claims that her labor was exploited.read more
People of color have learned to navigate white spaces, and I have decided to expect no effort in return from white people who want to know about and participate in any element of my culture.
By Nami Thompson
As a Punjabi-American woman in Boulder, any question about appropriation can easily be translated to, “I want this. What can I do to make it sound like you have given me permission to take it?” If you’ve been to Boulder, you may know we are 81% white, and we have a non-native-owned store here called Zuni, which sells Native headdresses and other indigenous art, and we also have a trail called Settler’s Park, as in white settlers. read more
I live in Boulder too, and no, cafés aren’t going to sell very good chai. You know who might? A Desi friend, if she had one.
By Nami Thompson
On Bollywood sets, by train and bus stations, and beside nearly every masjid and temple in India, a chai-wallah, or chai-walli if they’re female-identifying, has a cart that goes unnoticed until needed. They sell cups of hot chai for 5-10 INR, or less than $0.15 When I read about Brook Eddy, described in a recent recent interview with Inc as, “America’s own 21st-century master chai-wallah,” I wondered what century she thinks all the Indian chai-walleh live in. I’m American, I’m Desi, and I make chai (which means tea, so y’all don’t have to say chai tea) as did my American citizen mom and grandmother, long before Eddy stepped foot in India, but we and our countless cups made for friends aren’t noteworthy. It’s because this brand and interview are a celebration of successful modern colonization. read more
I wanted to give those who read this and are getting any kind of transition surgery — or even just starting their transition in general — the tools to process the feelings they’ll probably feel.
For much of my life, I’ve had to hide who I am. Whether it was from relative strangers or just relatives, Princess, Alexzsa, Nykki, whoever I was at the time had to exist in the darkness. Although there are few men in my family, they cling to any person assigned male at birth and desire to subsume them in their toxically masculine, bro culture.
Although some of it was less intense at times, my childhood included events where men in my family tried to shift me away from “female influence” and tried to get me interested in masculine or sport-y things. (Although sports aren’t masculine per se, they were certainly thought to be.) There was this need for me to be a “regular” straight, cis boy. But I could never be that.read more
Self-care that fails to address the full dimension of individual healing simply isn’t enough.
Self-care honestly gets a bad rep. There is a time for action and a time for rest, and our bodies and spirits need the balance of both to work their best. And while there’s a space for self-care that incorporates face masks and bubble baths, the issue becomes apparent when self-care is only centered on addressing our appearances, rather than what truly plagues us below the surface.
With self-care becoming more widely known, it’s important that we understand the necessity of incorporating self-care that dives beyond the surface. Self-care that fails to address the full dimension of individual healing simply isn’t enough.read more
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Nakia is the MVP of “Black Panther”— if anyone is revolutionary here, it is her.
By Clarkisha Kent It has been nearly two weeks since “Black Panther” came out. And in that time, I have become obsessed with the film. And I have managed to watch it at least three times and counting. And like many fans of the film are discussing, I’ve usually walked away with some different meaning or reading or interpretation based on that viewing. Lines get re-drawn. Points are re-defined and readapted. And you consider a point of view that perhaps you didn’t consider before. Still, that said, there is one more thing I have managed to not waver on, even as I have watched the film like 2345678186527 times: That Nakia—Not Erik Killmonger or even T’Challa—was right all along. I have asked myself so many times why the hell Nakia is being left out of serious discussions on who’s right and who’s wrong. Granted Erik is the primary antagonist in the film and his experiences create the tension built upon the terrible implications of Wakanda’s isolation and his father’s murder, part of the focus needs to be on his development. Same goes for T’Challa since this is literally his show. It also doesn’t help that both of them are pretty attractive. With the help of some good ol’ misogynoir, Nakia’s point was almost lost among of this tedious battle of egos, feelings of pride, and sins of the father. However, even with that being the case, her relevance in this cultural conversation cannot be denied and here are some reasons why: 1. Without Nakia, T’Challa would have died and Wakanda would have fallen.
Black Panther Lupita Nyong’o as Nakia and Chadwick Boseman as T’Challaread more
As the veil began lifting, I started to see that award shows are an integral cog in a misogynistic media machine driven by capitalism. And it started to make me sick.
When I was young and an aspiring actress all I wanted was to have my work honored at an awards show one day. This fairy tale was part self-care, an escape from a dysfunctional home life as well as the difficulties of being a biracial Third Culture Kid constantly negotiating worlds. read more