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My people! Just published Part 2 of Reading as a Political Act—and it’s all about reclaiming my love of reading and experiencing my first political awakening. Like Part 1, it’s both deeply personal and political. It’s about the limitations forced upon Black boys, Colin

“When you control a man's thinking, you do not have to worry about his actions. You do not have to tell him not to stand here or go yonder. He will find his 'proper place' and will stay in it. You do not need to send him to the back door. He will go without being told. In fact,

[In college] I used to joke, “I don’t even know where the library is.” I can only imagine how much that would’ve pleased the white supremacists who once banned our ancestors from reading, while probably frustrating the hell out of Frederick Douglass, who had to trick white boys

The truth is, I wasn’t just disconnected from the syllabus. I was disconnected from myself. And when you’re disconnected from yourself, it’s easy for other people to control your thinking. I wonder how many of us lose our creativity, our passions, our curiosity—our very

I returned to the practice my grandmother taught me—read, reflect, feel. But this time, I added a new question: What will I do with this knowledge? That’s when I stopped reading just to understand—and started reading to prepare.

Reading as a Political Act Part 2: Reclaiming My Love of Reading "Eventually, those questions led me back to my old flame—reading. A flame that barely had any heat left to it. But the fire was reignited by the racism of my teammates, the shared truth of my Black teammates, and

I am the descendant of enslaved Black people and Mexican immigrants. My Mexican grandmother migrated here when she was eight years old. My Black ancestors were brought here in chains, and from what I’ve traced, they first settled in Virginia and Florida before joining the waves

We’re not just fighting to tear down what harms us — we’re fighting to build something we can co-create and co-govern. A world where everyone belongs, regardless of borders, birthplace, or background. Where care is a collective responsibility, and resources are distributed not by

“Those who feed this nation are being hunted. And those rising up in their defense are being brutalized under curfew and military force. Their presence at the border — and in the streets — is not just a humanitarian concern. It’s a reckoning. A mirror held up to the world we’ve

"I was reconnected with reading—but this time, it wasn’t about comfort, nostalgia, or escape. It wasn’t just about personal interest anymore. Reading became a way to understand the forces that had shaped not just my life, but the lives of my people for generations."

The United States has long used fascist tools to suppress Black liberation, Indigenous sovereignty, immigrant rights, and worker power. None of this is new, and it won’t end with the next election cycle. That’s why we have to respond to today’s repression not with shock, but

Real justice means fighting for the right to move and the right to stay. As Harsha Walia reminds us, we must struggle for both. That means dismantling the conditions that force migration — war, trade policy, climate catastrophe — while fighting for full rights and safety for

If we built this country under chains, imagine what we could build in freedom. But freedom doesn’t come from waiting. It comes from organizing, resisting, and refusing to let our labor, our lives, or our liberation be commodified again. We don’t just want to survive the

I’m sure the sharecroppers and corporations don’t mind us feeling proud — as long as they don’t have to pay us what we’re owed, or let us shape the rules. Pride is tolerable. Power is not. It’s one thing to celebrate our labor; it’s another to demand control over the systems

In my work, I’m always planting seeds—for new collaborations, campaigns, and whatever else the moment calls for. I often tell people, “I’ll plant this seed, and we’ll see if it gets watered.” Not every seed grows. But a lot do. And I’m grateful for that. I really do love doing