There are so many roots to the tree of anger that sometimes the branches shatter before they bear. Sitting in Nedicks the women rally before they march discussing the problematic girls they hire to make them free. An almost white counterman passes a waiting brother to...
It’s winter (supposedly) in Columbus, Ohio—Light Therapy capital of the world (probably). Yesterday it was 65 degrees and the sky was a slightly bluer gray than it has been in…I dunno, two weeks. And today? Ugh. I’m, to put it lightly, NOT DEALING WELL WITH...
One of the most peculiar ways we vent our frustration about lost, disappearing, or never-gained freedoms has to be “It’s [insert the year here].” I get it and I’ve said it. Hell, I will say it right now: it’s 2017 and we’re trying to convince the leader of the most...
The Women’s March on Washington, Los Angeles edition, was so crowded that my sister, mother, nephew, college friend, her friend, and all of our sisters and mothers and comrades in arms couldn’t march. We stood half a block from Pershing Square, from 9:40...
When Ruth Negga was preparing to play Mildred Loving in Loving, she said that she saw footage of Mildred in which she goes through a bureau looking for something of the children’s. Mildred bends from the top down, and Negga points to this as the encapsulation of...
