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Finding Her Mother’s Gardens: A Review of Pratibha Parmar’s “Alice Walker: Beauty in Truth”

August 23, 2013
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Alice Walker: Beauty in Truth

Black women have tended to incredible, secluded gardens within the expansive wasteland of this dysfunctional democracy.–Joy James, from “Resting in the Gardens, Battling in the Deserts: Black Women’s Activism” Celebrated British filmmaker and activist Pratibha Parmar opens her newest work, Alice Walker: Beauty in Truth, with stunning shots of landscapes. Alice Walker’s voice can be...
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Your Feminism Ain’t Like Ours, Because We Are Raising Quvenzhané

April 23, 2013
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By Duchess Harris In Lonnae O’Neal Parker’s January 18 Washington Post article “Four Years Later, Feminists Split by Michelle Obama’s ‘Work’ as First Lady,” she includes a provocative quote from Leslie Morgan Steiner, author of  Mommy Wars: Stay-at-Home and Career Moms Face Off on TheirChoices, Their Lives, Their Families (2007).  Steiner asks, “Are fashion and body-toning tips all...
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Black Freaks, Black Fags, Black Dykes: Re-imagining Rebecca Walker’s “Black Cool”

February 20, 2013
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Black Freaks, Black Fags, Black Dykes: Re-imagining Rebecca Walker’s “Black Cool”

Enter Scene: I am walking in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn—where we do more than die, by the way—rocking a close fade with two parts on the side, a full beard and mustache lined up perfectly, eyes protected by a pair of fresh chocolate browline frames (I was two blocks from Malcolm X boulevard, after all). I...
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  • I’ve Got Something To Say About This: A Survival Incantation Kate Rushin
credit/copyright: Rachel Eliza Griffiths

    I see the whole thing played out.
    I’m bludgeoned, bloody, raped.
    My story is reduced to filler
    buried in the back of the paper,
    on page 49, and I say, “No. No way.”

  • what is left M. Nzadi Keita
photograph: ©Elizabeth Ho

    By M. Nzadi Keita                     after Toni Cade Bambara   death rides a silencer into your blood and swims toward the mind what you remember starts with a smile a raw edge a single snip from the someone dead it is [...]

  • Praise to the Writer Toni Cade Bambara,
Southern Collective of African American Writers (SCAAW), 1988
©Susan J. Ross

    Toni Cade made an art of living
    Toni stood and we were lifted
Toni spoke and our lives were saved
    Toni listened and we were validated
    She is the breast that fed our union
    Hers’ was the womb of our nourishment

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