We, The Damned Collective, are delighted to host the work of The Damned. Below you will read and certainly be inspired by this collective statement...
By. Dr. G & Dr. Kimberly S. Love “The slaves who were ourselves had known terror intimately, confused sunrise with pain, & accepted indifference...
Tw; Death Reality. I’ve come to accept that I will die. I know this. And frightening it is But I refuse to live in...
By Charles Huey Greene My body bleeds brown/ The color of dried blood/ Brown bodies just like mine lie/ In the streets naked/ In...
By Macy Casper In March, we celebrated International Women’s Day. I was surprised, given the current political climate, to see the lack of youth media...
By Eunice Park You didn’t speak – but you did stare Smile right at me and bare A rock tumbling back and forth South...
By Celine Parreñas Shimizu Typically, academics are neither seen as relaxed like rappers nor glamorous like news anchors. So when invited to be on a panel...
By Sasha Fisher When I was eight years old, I used to make up stories at night to help me fall asleep. They usually involved...
By Rosalind Moran What do you think of when you hear the words “Women’s Fiction?” I know what I think of. Swirly titles on...
By Arpita Das I find myself increasingly disillusioned with the development sector, even though it has been my professional home for nearly sixteen...
By Ella Gonzalez Today, “feminism” is a loaded word. It stands at the crossroads of being perceived as an incubator for change and progression for...
By Joy De Guzman On my first days of pre-school a parent asked me with a smile “what are you?” At a time when...
By Lina Chhun In this post-inauguration period, we are living with what may seem to be a very keen tension—that tension between the dangers of...
By Lina Chhun A few months after returning from dissertation work abroad, I attended a talk with Professor Aisha Finch at UCLA. The talk expanded...
The boys walk through the school quad playing the dozens, verbally slamming another boy in absentia for being a weak “f—g” who can’t be trusted. ...
By Lina Chhun Today I sat in my car and I waited for the sun to set. I can’t remember the last time I...
By Mina Ezikpe On 20 September 2016, the day after the Charlotte-Mecklenburg police shot and killed Keith Lamont Scott, I, with a few others, traveled...
By Christiane Gannon My female students are discussing their relationship to criticism, gathered at the back of the room in two groups. On the left...