Fierce Tenderness

    I hold my face between my hands no   I am not crying I hold my face between my hands to keep my loneliness warm two hands protecting two hands nourishing two hands to prevent my soul from leaving me in anger The poem first recited by Thich Nhat Hanh in Vietnamese and then by

Racial Grief : Reflections

We need to take on the task of acknowledging racial grief in a theoretically and socially responsible way.A sustained focus on the intangible wounds that form the fissures underneath visible phenomenon of discrimination should be taking place …Racial melancholy is both the technology and the nightmare of the American dream. Adapted from : The Melancholy Of