Commemoration of the 40,000 women and children who, August 9, 1956, presented themselves in bodily protest against the “dompass” in the capital of apartheid. Presented at The United Nations, August 9, 1978. Read the poem here. And in
Thank black people for goodness in the world. They don’t owe it to anyone, have to rise against widespread structural/systemic and white supremacist odds to achieve it, too often aren’t paid enough or at all for it, but they still
“The jury took less than 10 minutes to acquit me. But the experience made a man out of me. It made a black man out of me.” -Paul Butler on his experience getting arrested, read the whole interview here. To
How easy it is to ignite human bias. Nothing special about the perpetrator or the victim is required. Ordinary human functioning–maintaining one’s self-esteem–is enough.
I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I’ll wait until November And sing a song of gray. I’ll wait until November. That is the time for me. I’ll go out in the frosty dark
This post is brought to you by, having a think in the bath over a chat with a friend. Dear Parts, thank you all for being here today. Dear Body, thank you for being here and being healthy. I didn’t
A genuine gem, pure joy to witness.
This is also a summary of what I have been up to besides disinfecting high touch surfaces and general cleaning.
Isn’t this enough to make you think long and hard about every potential purchase?
Since the start of last year, I’ve significantly cut my discretionary spending (especially, especially on clothes, which I later expanded to other ‘problematic’ categories). Something that happened since the pandemic is I’ve drastically cut all spending and really begun to