So much comes our way these days with all the various forms of media and ways to access it.
Here are a few things that made a dent in me this past week:
A Work of Fiction By CHIMAMANDA NGOZI ADICHIE
If you don’t know Adichie’s work, google her and get to know it. You won’t be sorry. The following is an excerpt of her most recent work, for The New York Times Book Review. Read the full short story here.
Not like Ivanka. Melania breathed deeply. Even just thinking of Ivanka brought an exquisite, slow-burning irritation. That letter Ivanka wrote to Donald after their engagement. She would never forget it. Congratulations, Dad. At least your ex-wife was pure. It lay carelessly on the desk, as most of Donald’s papers did, and Melania had read it over and over, and later, unable to control herself, had shown it to Donald. What does she mean by this? Donald laughed it off. Ivanka gets moody and jealous, he said. I am here! Melania had wanted to shout once at the girl, golden-haired and indulged by Donald, one summer when Ivanka joined them for breakfast in Palm Beach and did not once glance at Melania.
The Baghdad Bombing
200 dead and rising at press time, including dozens of children.
“The killing and maiming of children is a grave violation under international humanitarian law… As violence across Iraq intensifies, children continue to pay the heaviest price.” -UNICEF
The Way We Talk
This piece highlights something I used to talk about a lot, when asked, about the way that we talk about “the homeless” – while this is an excellent lesson for our media to absorb, I think ALL of us as thought leaders in our various communities can look at the way we talk, the words we use, and how we categorize or generalize people. When you think of homelessness or The Homeless, what’s your blink reaction? Do you need to to do some work to reframe that?
The video and linked article below can be your first steps.
The Fourth of July
Every Fourth I’m reminded of the gap between our idea of America and our reality here. Frederick Douglas’ words ring true still today – look no further than Tamir Rice for evidence.
No words. Just watch it.
Ten Hail Marys, I meditate for practice
Channel 9 news tell me I’m movin’ backwards
Eight blocks left, death is around the corner
Seven misleadin’ statements ’bout my persona
Six headlights wavin’ in my direction
Five-O askin’ me what’s in my possession
Yeah, I keep runnin’, jump in the aqueducts
Fire hydrants and hazardous
Smoke alarms on the back of us
But mama, don’t cry for me, ride for me
Try for me, live for me
Breathe for me, sing for me
Honestly guidin’ me
I could be more than I gotta be
Stole from me, lied to me, nation hypocrisy
Code on me, drive on me
Wicked, my spirit inspired me
Like yeah, open correctional gates in higher desert
Yeah, open our mind as we cast away oppression
Yeah, open the streets and watch our beliefs
And when they carve my name inside the concrete
I pray it forever reads