When I first moved to Baltimore, I worked briefly as a human resources recruiter for a pair of entrepreneurial Russian immigrants who provided labor for different service industries in the city. On my third day of work, one of the owners of the company and his Latina hiring manager told me not to hire black … Continue reading 5 Ways Latinxs Can Support Black Lives
This poem was written long before Good Friday, in anticipation of the wave of emotions to come. I take this day of remembrance to critically think about the systems of this world, and my place in them. So every year, Good Friday brings a mix of emotions. And Id encourage everyone reading this to approach … Continue reading Heroes
Sometimes white people point out they, too, have been “bashed” or had derogatory things said to them. Using derogatory terms toward white people (and I mean white, since “Caucasian” is not exactly a “race” cf. Bhagat Singh Thind v. U.S.) can be caused by a couple of different things. The first is that those of … Continue reading White People Jokes – Laughter as a Survival Strategy
It has been said before, and we will say it again: THIS IS NOT NORMAL. And these are a few of the ways we are trying to keep our sanity. Gaslighting is NOT NORMAL. KEEP YOUR SANITY BY – Surrounding yourself with people who know and love you and who listen to multiple sources of information. … Continue reading This is NOT NORMAL – And This is How We KEEP OUR SANITY
Knowing that Jesus commanded us to love our enemies this during a totalitarian regime gives me hope. I don’t know how to love Trump, his billionaire cabinet, and the religious people who supported him. When I am marching in the streets, I do it out of love for my neighbors, but I don’t feel much love for the administration. I guess that’s what so hard about Jesus’ call. He doesn’t let us just resist. We have to resist and love the person we are resisting. We have to find someway to love the people who are destroying our country.
I look at myself in the mirror and I see no value, no worth, no dignity. I see insufficiency. I see repulsion. I see something unsightly. I tell others that they are fearfully and wonderfully made but I can’t stomach the same medicine. It’s a bitter taste to bear.