When I first heard that a federal DREAM Act was rumored to be reintroduced this year, I’m not going to lie: a small part of me felt a spark of hope ignite. I’m 34 years old. I’ve been living in this country for 32 years as an undocumented person, and frankly, I’m over it. Though I’ve found ways to live my life, seize opportunities and push open doors, I can only (selfishly) imagine the kinds of doors that I could step through if only I didn’t have this albatross around my neck.
Patrick loves cooking for his family. It's one thing that reminds him of home: all the homes he's had from Jamaica to Philadelphia to Georgia. And while his homecooked meals have nourished his children throughout their lives and pleased guests from every corner of the diaspora, he struggled for years for the right to remain on the same soil as his family. And in a harsh system that punishes those who have forged human relationships that don't comply with immigration laws, he struggled to prove that he was entitled to stay by strutting his stuff...as a chef.
From Yemen to Brooklyn, a Muslim girl grows into a tattooed feminist who's not shy about showing her skin--or flaunting her faith. And her heritage fuses as perfectly with her self-expression as her ink does to her skin. It's her way of being radical, and her way of exerting supreme self-control.
At night, Fifth Avenue in Manhattan is overtaken by an odd contamination: not the everyday smothering of dirt and smog, but searing glow of street lamps and 24-hour storefronts that virtually bleaches out every surface. BUt on Tuesday, a team of renegade artists cut through the light pollution, as a nondescript white van stalked the corner of 47th and Fifth and peaked a boxy slide projector above the roof on an improvised platform—the post-Occupy armored vehicle of the activist response team known as the Illuminator.
At the People’s Climate March in late April, tens of thousands of activists flooded the streets of the nation’s capital to tell the government that another world is possible. Their rallying cry was climate justice—a concept that links the values of a fair economy, equitable distribution of earth’s resources, and respect for the sanctity of nature as it ties into our essential human rights.
The communities on the outskirts of Fresno are hard to find on any standard map. But if you look beyond the city limits, you see strong communities blooming amid hardship.
In order to have a voice, though, they need to be able to breathe.
This day is for women everywhere. In every home, every workplace, each workplace, warzone and picket line, there’s no place on earth that isn’t touched by the presence of women, and nowhere in the world where their absence won’t be felt today as the “Day without Women” unfolds.