I hadn't known it then, but my only protector had died. And so did my childhood.
By Yehuda Sharim Palestinian women never cry when they appear on Israeli TV. On news broadcasts, the same scene repeats itself: the women’s heads invariably covered...
This past weekend members of the Editorial Collective journeyed to Ferguson, MO with “Black Lives Matter Ride (BLMR),” a national advocacy effort organized in the spirit of the...
(Editors’ Note: the introduction to the series on #everydaysexualviolence is here. It contains a detailed trigger warning.) Pia Guerrero I lived on a tree-lined street,...
(Editors’ Note: The introduction to the series on #everydaysexualviolence is here. It contains a detailed trigger warning.) Myongsuk Shin I grew up in a small...
By Stephanie Gilmore and Pia Guerrero We at The Feminist Wire, as well as so many of us across the United States and around the world,...
(Editors’ Note: The introduction to the series on #everydaysexualviolence is here. It contains a detailed trigger warning.) Anonymous As a blogger who happens to be...
By Mohadesa Najumi Dear Woman Who’s Made to Feel Like She’s Difficult to Love, You beautiful, soft delicate thing. You intricate thing. Why do...
(Editors’ Note: The introduction to the series on #everydaysexualviolence is here. It contains a detailed trigger warning.) Melanie Klein My early childhood was idyllic in...
Soraya Chemaly (Editors’ Note: The introduction to the series on #everydaysexualviolence is here. It contains a detailed trigger warning.) There are stories girls never tell. We...
(Editors’ Note: The introduction to the series on #everydaysexualviolence is here. It contains a detailed trigger warning.) Alabama summers brought intense heat (and they still do)...
Hands Up Don’t Shoot: Collected Essays/Stories on the Racialization of Murder Co-edited by: Stanley Doyle-Wood, Bedour Alagraa , and Gurpreet Singh Johal *Revised Call...
By Carolyn Davis Last year, I sat in front of my television in Brookline, a Boston suburb, and watched on live TV as police officers...
. January You called me She instead of You. “Where is she going now?” is the first question you ever asked me. You were standing on...
I was in 9th grade, 14, at the start of this story, 5 years past my first period, past my first training bra, and a...
By Ashley Millner The hardest part about being African American in a cruel, ignorant world is that many of my peers are unaware that...
In South Los Angeles’s Crenshaw District, there are three funeral homes within a one mile radius of each other. On bright sunny days, young people...
I have been listening to the new Blood Orange album, Cupid Deluxe, twice a day for the past few weeks. A friend suggested it for...