The Brooklyn Academy of Music relaunched Lorraine Hansberry’s The Sign in Sidney Brustein’s Window. Hansberry is best known for A Raisin in the Sun (1957), the first production written by a Black woman staged on Broadway, which won her a New York Drama Circle Critics Award in 1959.
The entrenched class and racial divide in Salinas, California reared its ugly head via Instagram, TikTok and Facebook recently, when high schools students abused a Black doll named Shaniqua. Racism is injurious not just to those on the receiving end, but to those who perpetrate the continued exclusion of those not like them.
We have 13 days left, and I hope we can survive it.
We can celebrate Warnock and Ossoff’s victories, at the same time that we hold accountable those who want to destroy the equality feminists and women of color have worked towards for centuries.
2020 was a waking nightmare for feminists. Early on, it teased us with hope of change with the presidential election in November … only to be hit with the biggest pandemic in the last 100 years. And with the death of Supreme Court justice and feminist legend Ruth Bader Ginsburg, it often felt as if all the gains made in women’s, civil and reproductive rights would be taken away.
With the knowledge of a person who has seen their fair share of dumpster fires in the last five decades, I give you my top feminist WTF moments of the past year.
“The poll tax, in this election, is time. The poll tax, in this election, is potentially exposing yourself to COVID-19. The poll tax, in this election, is forgoing traditional methods of voting by mail because you are afraid your rights will be trampled. Now we anxiously await a future that will either be filled with more misogynist anti-Black violence, or a return to the value of difference as the very fabric of our democracy.”
Social class and education could not save her. My colleague and friend, despite all her vigilance, earned el derecho de descansar in her death by feminicidio. She fought for her life and lost.
I’ve been on eight planes, 10 rideshare cars and two rental cars in the last three weeks—and in 50 percent of them, my head began to thump, the glad in the left side of my throat began to swell, my sinuses filled with mucus and I became hazy within minutes because someone was wearing perfume or cologne.
The magic-wielding academic queers are at it again in season three of Brujos—and this time, they’re incorporating even more witchy content about sexually non-conforming people of color.
Too many subjects of Chicana history have been willfully been written out of the master narrative—until now.
Buried in Women’s History Month is a single day, March 9, marked by a single state, California, to celebrate Latina history. As a Latina from California myself, I confess that, […]