Micro/Aggressions at NU

"Justice is not a quantitative question. If you steal something for long enough it doesn’t become yours"

Kwame Ture (formerly Stokely Carmichael) on settler colonialism (via decolonizehistory)

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"The legacy of anti-Black racism is that Black struggle gets deemed the property of all other social justice struggles. The symbols and tactics of Black struggle are deemed the common property of all. Black people are required to show solidarity with other people of color, without other people of color owing solidarity to Black communities. Black oppression is always analogized to other forms of oppression in a manner that disappears Black oppression itself. It is presumed we already know everything about Black oppression, so we can just use it as an empty signifier to explain other oppressions."

Andrea Smith, as quoted by @prisonculture on twitter. (via so-treu)

Damn. TELL IT.

Black oppression is always analogized to other forms of oppression in a manner that disappears Black oppression itself.

If I had a dollar for every. fucking. time.someone compared being black to being gay, or disabled, or…..anything really. 

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My parents brought me tacos again

Uno de asada
Uno de lengua
Uno al pastor
The biggest horchata
Pan Bimbo
Pastillas para la gripa
A book Amazon sent home
Leftovers from yesterday
Te de tila for my nervios
And Love
And I laid this all out on the table in the lounge before they hugged me goodbye
No te preocupes Mami, voy estar bien –
Pos no te creas mija, me apuro –
Me tomo el té Ma, voy estar bien.

"La libertad es como la mañana. Hay quienes esperan dormidos a que llegue, pero hay quienes desvelan y caminan la noche para alcanzarla."

Subcomandante Marcos, EZLN (via elpoetaefimero)

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be careful who you share your poetree with 

yess <3

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It’s Movement Time - Las Cafeteras

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"broken english"

when my mother struggles to spell a word in english
I want to break the entire language
into little pieces
so the edges of these letters
will stop cutting her

— aysha via Diaspora Defiance
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"And I understood that if the god and goddess that I was looking at didn’t look like me…my children would never feel sacred, and never have the power to achieve what we needed to achieve. And I needed to make sure that my children understood that we are perfect. That we came to the world perfect. That our color is perfect, that our hair is perfect, that our nose is perfect, and we don’t have to compare ourselves to anyone because we are perfect. Because we are the god and the goddess."

Dr. Marta Moreno Vega  (via black-boricua)

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5 days in the desert

The sun turned my skin copper by the second day

Cobre, the way it should be

The third day I said hasta pronto disguised as a goodbye

Que Dios los Bendiga I said towards the wind

The fourth day I hiked to her altar and stood there

Leaving rosaries around those water gallons

On the last day a volunteer came by

The white man said “hola”

It wasn’t the last day.

- Cinthya


this is to address this colonizing understanding that continues to be asserted regarding my usage of the english language and how i utilize it in my work. this notion that i am simply lazy in my writing style. that the way i utilize punctuation/ or lack there of is simply ‘bad grammar’ and that i do not have the right to alter it :

i do what i want. because my relationship however i choose it. with english is mine. i know the difference between you’re and your. it’s and its. i don’t often care to make the distinction. i am aware that i misspell words all the time. often on purpose. this is not a marker of intelligence. the results of a lazy mind. or an immature reaction to english being the language of global colonization. it is simply an act of agency, which is my right. english and i have a history. a bloody history riddled with torture, abuse, and oppression. and so i use the english language, it does not use me. my altering and rearranging its usage is not a marker of my inability to comprehend its infrastructure. i have an english degree. i studied, took what i wanted, and discarded what did/ does not work for me. i did/do the work to find the best version of my voice in this language, and this often involves changing it to work for me. i give myself freedom in a language that was used to enslave my people, and is still used to oppress us and so many others. i studied it so that i could understand and find the best way to express myself in a language that is not my own. expressing myself. communicating is a natural part of who i am. i would still be a writer/artist in my indigenous language/s. but, as that was not an option, i wanted to find the most beautiful way to do it in english. but. do not attribute my abilities to do so to the overarching grace and poise of the english language. it can be a difficult, rigid, lean, arid, and unforgiving language in its manner. and it has been a long road working through it to hear my sound. it is a fact, this is the language that was enforced upon my ancestors, while theirs was burned from them. and it is an ill fitting and often painful inheritance. ill fitting for so many reasons, one being, it is the language of my mouth, but not my soul. i hate that it was and is used as a tool of oppression. i hate what it has done to and against my people, to poc across the word. does it have beauty. yes. but, how easy is it to remind yourself that the bars of a prison contain beauty when they are being used to imprison you. how easy is it is to appreciate something when you are locked inside of it. does its beauty outshine other languages. no. is it better than other languages. no. it is simply one of the languages on this planet. and so the issue of enslavement, my ancestors, and the scarring legacy of english within myself and my people is a complex, deeply personal and difficult one. what do you do when the colonizer language is the one you are born into. it is my intention in my journey as a black woman born in this country to seek out dna testing which will help me understand more of who i am and where i am from. to reconnect to the language/s of my soul. so in essence, my relationship with english is really none of anyone’s business. none of anyones affair. if you don’t agree with my usage, that’s fine. if you hate my writing, that’s fine. but, the, ‘i think you write this way because you don’t grasp the nuances and finely tuned details of english’ / the racism and oppression drenched, ‘you are not intelligent because you do not use proper english.’ / or the tepid, limp, ’ you’re trying to pass off your laziness as craft,’ are the very tools of this language that i find most oppressive and discard purposefully. when it comes to the english language. i do what i want. and it is something my people have done, with our gorgeous and innovative ways of finding new colors in this language everyday. ways that bring a life so dazzling to this language, you try to steal it from us. everyday. yet try to deem as ignorance at the same time. i do what I want and it feels incredible. so to all of you who like to enforce english on others, maybe if you invested in your freedom in the same way, you would have less time to monitor and police the purity and sanctity of the english language in spaces that are not your experience, and more time to be who you truly are.


nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)

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