After school, my five-year-old daughter Imani and I went to Washington Square Park for a rally and march in honor of girls and women. Imani’s first interview was with The When Project. It went something like this: Q: Would you like to be president someday? A: Yes. Q: What will you do when you are president? A: I will share my money with poor people. … Continue reading Democracy Now! Interview on International Women’s Day
I became a mother accidentally. I had decided at some point in my turbulent twenties that I would not birth children, for fear that they would be too much like me. Nor had I ever planned to adopt. Children would be incompatible with the life of travel and abandon which I had dreamed up for myself for as long as I could remember, and which … Continue reading Mommy, Is Hate a Bad Word?
As I bid goodbye to the security guards and make my way through the crowd of students who always linger for a few minutes after school, smoking cigarettes and teasing each other, I feel alone and broken, enraged by the confirmation of an unqualified, miseducated billionaire to lead the department for which I work and on whose decisions depend the lives of millions of America’s … Continue reading DeVostation Blues
I want to write about the ban, about Bannon, about all the ways we’ve fought in just these two short weeks. I want to write a whole piece just about the drums and chanting at the march from Battery Park to Foley Square the other afternoon that lasted into the night. The crowd had again far exceeded the expectations of the organizers and the police. … Continue reading The Urgency of Now
Too many rallies to count. More marches and protests in the last month than in all of my life. Before all this. I never knew my feet could hold their ground so long. Never knew my voice could carry so far. Never knew I could feel pain so deeply. Without being cut, or shot, or hated. I held above my head my faithful friend, my … Continue reading One Love