Insidious is the fact that justice and democracy is not ours to have, but America’s to dish out when seen fit. We don’t have to have more discussions about the definition of privilege, systemic racism, or bias. America knows what these things are because when they’re discussed anger and avoidance present themselves, not curiosity or concern…read more.
Feminist, atheist, pacifist, iconoclast, I ardently believe in protest––both noun and verb. Organized protests are, as history has shown, important and valuable; willingness to individually protest has an impact, sometimes. I have joined protests, e.g., the pro-choice march, Washington, D.C., 1992; and I organized and led…read more.
I started thinking recently about the double inflection of “protest.” Protest as noun with the accent on the first syllable is a collective coming together to confront a power—the king of the hill, the president of the United States, violence by a specific or a nebulous authority, by white supremacists, the corporate state, its police…read more.
What a bewildering first half of the year! So far, the new year has unfolded for many of us like a soap opera so unexpected and infuriating that no twisted, creative mind could ever have conceived of it. Among other plot twists, the federal government’s task force, run by the President’s son-in-law, did not…read more.
I keep them with my other objects from my past, my memory drawer. I don’t like to call them souvenirs, which suggests the gaudy, the mass-produced, the unearned. For a long time, they lived in a plastic bag, their rusting pins poking through, making searching through the drawer a small but persistent risk. Looking for my mother’s cocktail napkin, or…read more.
If you never heard of Dr. Charles Law, you are not alone. A Black gay man who died far too young, he did much for his communities in Houston and beyond. His life also models a deep lesson for our era of urgent protest and social introspection: protest also happens through our daily lives and through organizing…read more.