If we advocate for the truth, we have to let go of the ideas that our religion, respectability, morality, and discipline will keep us safe....
What we know is that child sexual abuse is an epidemic. It is traumatic. Surviving it increases the chances that you will be sexually assaulted...
It’s not about people’s inability to make the leap between accountability and love. It’s about whose well-being is valued in our society and whose is...
For centuries, Black women have been expected to hold up the church, whether through finances, service, or both. Who’s holding up these women? Who’s singing...
We lift our voices to sing; we speak because we must, and we speak without shame, trepidation, or doubt that we have a right to...
As a womanist psychologist, minister, and sacred artist, my reflections on effective response to child sexual abuse necessitate an examination of the journey of survivors...
I understood I was going to have to write, which, for me, meant jumping into a volcano and praying I would be able to climb...
We must ask: What is the relationship between accountability and transformative justice? Justice that transforms harm into something else, like Black love, is hard work....
Until Black churches are honest about human sexuality and our collective discomfort with it, sexual violence will remain unchecked and accountability will be nothing more...
I knew then that if following that truth was healing her and kept bringing her back to this honorable work, that indeed we were no...
Living in a punitive, crime and punishment society makes the idea of #LoveWITHAccountability almost inconceivable. What on earth would be unearthed if we began to...
I am mindful that the Movement looms much larger than my father or his work, but I also know that there were men...
We must also address child sexual abuse and other forms of sexual violence in our families, our communities, and our religious, academic, political, and civic...
By Elisabeth J. Ferrell-Horan “Wellbutrin in my Brain” There is Wellbutrin in my brain, and I’d like to get it out. It has...
By Zillah Eisenstein I have just returned from hiking in Glacier National Park. It is a strange place to have been—during this hate-filled racist/misogynist Presidential...
In 1967, Agnes Martin left New York. She bounced around the country, landing in New Mexico where she built herself an adobe home. She would...
During our many long and painful conversations about this publication, we deliberately and intentionally considered the reasons why so many Black folks would choose to...
By Sharon Lin I don’t need your misogyny Your happy-go-lucky sugar sweet kisses wrought against wet skin in a tattered skin-tight bathing suit...