In engaging in the I begin by acknowledging that I’m not Asian. I’m not an Asian woman. My anti-gun activism experience is minimal. I’ve never done sex work in any shape or form. While my people aren’t currently bleeding in the wake of the Atlanta Massage Parlor Shooting, we aren’t immune to the hate and ignorance that engendered this violence. No one is. The oppression hasn’t shifted. It’s revealed another head.
I Wish I Lived In Trump’s America
A collage of tweets from President Donald Trump, research, and personal reflections on Blackness and independence during the pandemic
Black Graduates Want Diplomas, Not Death Certificates
Black lives must matter before Black education can matter. My degrees won’t shield me from bullets if a cop feels threatened by my existence. They won’t have my back when a creep follows me around the block because my clothes were “asking for it.” My degrees are neither freedom papers nor get-out-of-jail-free cards. They are an acknowledgement of my survival from an institution that was not built for me.
Dear White People, This is What We Want You to Do
I don’t want you to feel at ease. I want you to know that you are the byproduct of a successful racist regime that has capitalized off of Black oppression and suppression for centuries. I want you to shed light on the corners of your subconscious you’ve glossed over for years. I want you to realize that being racist is more American than apple pie.
Colorism and the White Guilt in Light Skin Tears
It’s hard to talk about systems of oppression that we benefit from. Light skinned tears don’t belong in the conversation of colorism because you can’t benefit from and be a victim of the same form of oppression.
Inside The Kandi Dish 