By kawtherinuwaShackled, beaten, and starved. This was how my ancestors were ripped from their homes, crammed onto vessels, and transported like goods to a life of tribulation and bondage. What is left of their bodies lay at the bottom of the ocean, or on land that is not home, but I pray that their souls have…
By Editor’s note: Behold, the ethereal voice of our own, Binta Kane Diallo, ringing proud and true, saturated with that evergreen #BlackGirlMagic: In 5th grade, my fellow 10-year-old Ecuadorian immigrant classmate said that I was “as black as the desk.” They say that people will forget what you said, they will forget what you did, but…
By leahvernonIt’s been nineteen years since I witnessed the first physical altercation between a man and a woman. Mom and my brother’s dad. Fifteen years since I saw my brother choke one of Mom’s temporary husbands because of yet another domestic dispute. Five years since I, myself, was incarcerated for domestic violence because that boy I…
