Tag: racism

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Whats Going on in Libya?

When I first scrolled across the story, it was shocking that this could be happening again, and in this century! Though it was shocking enough to give me pause, I kept scrolling, hoping it was nothing but clickbait. Now, a week later, there is no denying the truth: in mid-November 2017, CNN reported secret footage confirming the sale of African migrants in Libya for as little as $400 per person. These migrants traveled to Libya with hopes to be smuggled into Europe, escaping the poor conditions of their homelands. Instead, they are being held captive without food or water, while badly beaten, sodomized or raped, and being forced to work in sub-human conditions without pay. They are being sold as property into indefinite slavery.

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WanderLust (or Love), a Curly-American Walks into a Spaniard Bar… (Segunda Parte)

“Another round?” Shamelessly, I wanted to visit with Enrique again and of course claim my 3rd glass of his velvety port. 
”Guapa. You are having fun?”
Call me guapa one more time, I thought mischievously. “Yes! And I’m going dancing with you tonight!” His eyes widened as he smiled. “Bryan me invita!” I explained in my broken Spanish.

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A Tribute to Our Black Generation: Conquering Fear (part two)

[Read page one: Occupying Ferguson]
At that time in 2014, I was tangled deep into the black web of Tumblr. The power of online social justice warriors stretched its arms wide and kicked its feet under the nose of the sleeping giant that has become this country. Organizers posted meetings, discussions, lived feeds, think pieces, poems, dates for secret protests and marches, historical context for our pain and links keeping the community that was #woke, informed. The biggest march in Atlanta was to circle around Centennial Olympic Park just across the street from the headquarters of CNN.

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A Tribute to Our Black Generation: Occupying Ferguson (part one)

Three years ago, today, I was driving in heavy stop-and-go Atlanta traffic. Per usual, I expected to reach maximum frustration after 90 minutes when I could make the final left turn into the parking lot of my workplace. That Monday, August 10, 2014, V-103’s DJ Frank Ski stopped all the music on the station to report a story of a young man visiting his family over summer holiday. This young man, Michael, was going to become not only the first of his family to go to college, but one of the few in his community. That Monday, the 10th, would have been his first day at his college campus.

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The Black-American Experience as Described by Solange

In September 2016, singer/ songwriter Solange Knowles published an open letter detailing a series of events that are connected to her experience as a Black woman in America. The style of her letter pays homage to a book I recently picked up, Citizen by Claudia Rankine. It jumps right into the many realities of underlying disrespect and the disregard of her right to belong in a space. Each of the scenarios brings to light how many feel when they are the only person of color in a predominately white space. These micro and macro-aggressions of the majority, that have inherited a superiority complex, become dangerous when coupled with authority. These incidents are never isolated, but instead a string in the fabric of living as a Black- American citizen. Always hyphenated, always “other,” always an outsider.