How do I even begin this one? It’s been a couple of months since my brain and fingers have attempted to put into words what is on the mind and in the heart. Fear. That is the word that can most express some of what I am feeling and the thoughts that linger in the
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“Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses…” Name that tune. For those of you who grew up listening to 90s rock like me, it’s an easy challenge. “Killing in the Name,” by Rage Against the Machine, of course. [Press link to song here to get the full effect of this
The world stood still the moment you ‘left’ us. It might have been imperceptible to others, but it was life-altering and shattering to those of us who had the honor of being part of one of your extensive circles. I am moved by the amount of love pouring out of the community, your school, your
Have you noticed that everywhere you go – restaurants, meetings, the park, museums, university classes, etc. – a significant (if not majority) of people are glued to the screen? Over the past several months or so, I’ve made it a point to take note of how much this is actually going on. And I’ll be
A couple of days ago I was at the gym trying to keep the metabolism in check, when my attention was drawn to CNN’s, MSNBC, and other stations’ latest headline news – “Sanders and Clinton compete for Black vote.” For most of CNN’s viewers who remain immersed in a post-racial rhetoric this statement may read
How many of you heard this story that made headlines about a week ago? That the wealth of the richest 62 people in the world is equivalent to the wealth of half of the world’s poorest population? Just to add to the asco (disgust) of it all, the equation would be as follows: 62 rich
Maybe my cuñada was right when she responded a couple months back – “How old are you again?” – to what in my brain had seemed like the logical question posed of what path I should pursue – the nonprofit industrial complex or the academic ivory tower? [I sometimes wonder if the best answer is
Of course when the semester was just about to end and things were getting intense and los pinches grades were due, I was summoned to jury duty and I’m not talking Metro Court, I’m talking about Federal. The night before I was scheduled to go in I had made up my mind that like a
Yeah that’s right people. I can just see some of you shaking your head at this opening statement and I can almost hear your remarks. “I thought only crazy white women were feminists?” “Que le paso a la hermana? Now she really lost it!” But take a close look around and you will find that
AKA – “What the Fucking Fuck?!” Moments First of all, please mi gente, excuse what can easily be perceived to be extremely foul language, but I had to write this piece and if I’m honest, it reflects how I often feel throughout the course of dealing with life and the many curve balls it throws
