We tend to be rather forgiving of ourselves and others when we describe the fears we are experiencing as “paranoid”—whether they are or not. The same forgiveness is not granted to those of us who say we are “full of self-pity.”
Searching for Community
There has to be some kind of work, it seems to me, to bind a group together. Socializing and shopping together are not enough.
Juan de Oñate—Brutal Conquistador
As we are seeing all over the country, protests against police brutality stir protests against other forms of brutality—they are all the same, and recognizing this energizes all of us organizing for radical change.
Where Have All the Flowers Gone Two
Will this younger generation find those flowers? I don’t know, but at least there’s a chance that they may try.
The Limits of Loving
How much of what is wrong with our world today could be fixed by an outpouring of love?
Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
What destroyed the hopes so many of us had in the sixties and seventies, when the deep-rooted racism in U.S. culture seemed to have been… well, not uprooted, but at least disturbed?
Tear ‘Em Down, Slats and All
We won’t change anything without violence and destruction. Good intentions have done all they can do.
Change of Pace: My Master’s Horse
I’m going to treat you—and it will be a treat—to bits and pieces of what I really want to write.
How Libels Take Hold
Hearsay, sometimes passed down for three hundred years, sticks—especially if it is negative, and especially if it adheres to a woman.
Power Corrupts
Are women somehow exempt from the deleterious influence of power? We have so seldom exercised visible power in the past that the question hasn’t been asked.