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Everywhere You Don't Belong by Gabriel Bump
2.0
are we still doing the comparison of cops and 'gangs'? forreal? one can kill, maim, harrass, torture, etc. with impunity with the full power of the state behind them.......
In Pursuit of Revolutionary Love: Precarity, Power, Communities by Joy James
challenging
funny
informative
inspiring
reflective
fast-paced
5.0
But when they transition [you calm down in your
grief because you realize that] they didn't leave you. Nobody
who loves you, even if
they hated you while they loved you, leaves you.
That's why
you transcend. That's why you know you love. That's why you know
you are better than
whatever garbage people try to shove down your throat. That is why
they will keep trying to
kill us but will never succeed. The soul— I don't even know what it
is— but Jonathan keeps
popping up. So, it's real. And that's good enough for me.
RW: I am honored to have
been in conversation with you and to figure out these very real
moments of struggle.
Your discernment and stream of consciousness are unmatched as one
of the most incredible
political theorists of our time. I am grateful for this opportunity
to talk to you.
JJ: I want to say one last
thing, and not because you said nice things about me: I love you,
Rebecca. I don't know
you. But I love you and that works. So, thank you.
[...]
US,
Britain and NATO backing Portugal likely facilitated Cabral’s
assassination in 1973. .
. I see [Amilcar Cabral] as an ancestor who reminds me that our
struggles are always international and that
anti-blackness is global. . . [In Return to the Source]
Cabral writes: “We recognize the devastations of lack
of clean water, adequate food and shelter. But the cause of
those deficits cannot be
remedied through policy. If so, then there is no need for
confrontation only
accommodations with colonialists and petitions for greater benefit
packages.”
grief because you realize that] they didn't leave you. Nobody
who loves you, even if
they hated you while they loved you, leaves you.
That's why
you transcend. That's why you know you love. That's why you know
you are better than
whatever garbage people try to shove down your throat. That is why
they will keep trying to
kill us but will never succeed. The soul— I don't even know what it
is— but Jonathan keeps
popping up. So, it's real. And that's good enough for me.
RW: I am honored to have
been in conversation with you and to figure out these very real
moments of struggle.
Your discernment and stream of consciousness are unmatched as one
of the most incredible
political theorists of our time. I am grateful for this opportunity
to talk to you.
JJ: I want to say one last
thing, and not because you said nice things about me: I love you,
Rebecca. I don't know
you. But I love you and that works. So, thank you.
[...]
US,
Britain and NATO backing Portugal likely facilitated Cabral’s
assassination in 1973. .
. I see [Amilcar Cabral] as an ancestor who reminds me that our
struggles are always international and that
anti-blackness is global. . . [In Return to the Source]
Cabral writes: “We recognize the devastations of lack
of clean water, adequate food and shelter. But the cause of
those deficits cannot be
remedied through policy. If so, then there is no need for
confrontation only
accommodations with colonialists and petitions for greater benefit
packages.”
A Soldier's Story: Revolutionary Writings by a New Afrikan Anarchist by Kuwasi Balagoon
fast-paced
5.0
an absolute must read!!!
In the Face of the Sun by Denny S. Bryce
Did not finish book. Stopped at 48%.
Did not finish book. Stopped at 48%.
i was already bothered by a few things as the story continue, but then when the white character showed up out of nowhere and all the things that followed i was certain i would DNF it, but when i became very clear that the writer was going to push hard on the palmitagem angle, i was DONE!
Blanche on the Lam by Barbara Neely
emotional
funny
hopeful
informative
inspiring
reflective
tense
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
5.0
this reminds me of one of my grandmothers and also my dad when we were kids. ilaahay ha u naxariisto both of them 🖤
"She knew enough storytelling folks—like her Aunt Maeleen, who could bring tears to Blanche's eyes by telling her about the tragic death and/or funeral of someone neither of them knew—to know that a storytelling person couldn't be rushed. Their rhythm, the silences between their words, and their intonation were as important to the telling of the tale as the words they spoke. The story might sound like common gossip when told by another person, but in the mouth of a storyteller, gossip was art."
"She knew enough storytelling folks—like her Aunt Maeleen, who could bring tears to Blanche's eyes by telling her about the tragic death and/or funeral of someone neither of them knew—to know that a storytelling person couldn't be rushed. Their rhythm, the silences between their words, and their intonation were as important to the telling of the tale as the words they spoke. The story might sound like common gossip when told by another person, but in the mouth of a storyteller, gossip was art."
Vagabonds! by Eloghosa Osunde
emotional
informative
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? N/A
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
5.0
"They, too, understood.
They’d made this world intentionally in their image, hadn’t they? But now that they’d been left to face it alone, it felt too much like hell. How hadn’t they noticed"
"They saw each other so far past the pain that, no matter how hard their families tried to unsee them, they could never be invisible again."
"People put their foot down all the time without first checking if someone is there."
"She was looking at a mother who would choose her over the world without blinking. Without ceremony or need for praise. Wasn’t this what it meant to be blessed? To be loved and seen and accepted?
“Mummy,” Gold said, still stabilizing.
“I’m here, Gold. Your mummy is here. Touch me. No be me be dis? I’m here. Where I dey go? No be only you I get? I’m here. Trust me.”
“Mummy,” Gold said, her eyes sinking in tears, but back.
Her mother laughed, seeing the thank-you Gold was too tired to say with her mouth. “Abeg,” she said. No ceremony. No need for praise. “Abeg abeg. Don’t mind these hypocrites. Dem no fit.”
Gold chuckled, remembering the true thing F. told her another time: In a place where people threw their kids away all the time just for existing, a parent who loved you because you were you could sometimes look and feel like God. “But remember,” F. had said, “that even when their love feels divine, they’re not God. They’re your parent. It’s okay if you still don’t know what that means. I don’t either, because I mean, you know how my story goes. We don’t have many examples. But what is life for, if not figuring it out, abi?”
"I wonder if any of them are thinking what I always wanted to say: You can’t be the poverty capital of the world and be a megacity all at once. If 80 percent of your body is suffering/withering/dying, then you are killing your whole self."
A few rows away, Idris was trying to text May: Bitch, I’m bored out of my mind abeg. People dey here dey catch Holy Ghost and me I’m here thinking of jollof rice. God safe us.
You fool, May replied. Aren’t you in church? Or are you just there to mark register?
I mean, if pastor can be right in God’s eyes after all he’s done, then who am I not to come and chop New Year blessings? If him be pastor, me suppose be Angel Gabriel. In fact call me Gabriel from now, he typed, but the signal had died.
They’d made this world intentionally in their image, hadn’t they? But now that they’d been left to face it alone, it felt too much like hell. How hadn’t they noticed"
"They saw each other so far past the pain that, no matter how hard their families tried to unsee them, they could never be invisible again."
"People put their foot down all the time without first checking if someone is there."
"She was looking at a mother who would choose her over the world without blinking. Without ceremony or need for praise. Wasn’t this what it meant to be blessed? To be loved and seen and accepted?
“Mummy,” Gold said, still stabilizing.
“I’m here, Gold. Your mummy is here. Touch me. No be me be dis? I’m here. Where I dey go? No be only you I get? I’m here. Trust me.”
“Mummy,” Gold said, her eyes sinking in tears, but back.
Her mother laughed, seeing the thank-you Gold was too tired to say with her mouth. “Abeg,” she said. No ceremony. No need for praise. “Abeg abeg. Don’t mind these hypocrites. Dem no fit.”
Gold chuckled, remembering the true thing F. told her another time: In a place where people threw their kids away all the time just for existing, a parent who loved you because you were you could sometimes look and feel like God. “But remember,” F. had said, “that even when their love feels divine, they’re not God. They’re your parent. It’s okay if you still don’t know what that means. I don’t either, because I mean, you know how my story goes. We don’t have many examples. But what is life for, if not figuring it out, abi?”
"I wonder if any of them are thinking what I always wanted to say: You can’t be the poverty capital of the world and be a megacity all at once. If 80 percent of your body is suffering/withering/dying, then you are killing your whole self."
A few rows away, Idris was trying to text May: Bitch, I’m bored out of my mind abeg. People dey here dey catch Holy Ghost and me I’m here thinking of jollof rice. God safe us.
You fool, May replied. Aren’t you in church? Or are you just there to mark register?
I mean, if pastor can be right in God’s eyes after all he’s done, then who am I not to come and chop New Year blessings? If him be pastor, me suppose be Angel Gabriel. In fact call me Gabriel from now, he typed, but the signal had died.
Vinyl Moon by Mahogany L. Browne
emotional
funny
hopeful
reflective
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? N/A
4.0
I answer the text before Eva pulls me into the crowd to do the Cupid Shuffle. My eyes flicker happiness at this new season of joy. My cheeks hurt from all the laughter. I close my eyes and ride the wave, both arms in the air like I’m finally free.