Posts Tagged: fear

I Will Not Die for You

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Each bug in the water is one less bug on my fruit, I tell myself, ignoring the truth: under the soil, another is born. ...more

Home Is Here

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There is no singular Muslim story, no definitive identity for the entire religion. [...] Here, four women discuss what it's like to be a minority in America in 2017, post-9/11 and post-Trump. ...more

The Saturday Rumpus Essay: We Aren’t Killers; They Are

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One story mirrors our identity—any of us could be falsely accused! The other tale is about the Other—because it’s unfathomable that one of us would commit murder. We aren’t killers; they are. ...more

The Saturday Rumpus Essay: The Savage Mind, Pt. 2

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There isn’t even a discussion. There aren’t any words. You just start swinging—the building is a fence, your cousins are a fence. The two of you are surrounded. There’s no escape for either of you. ...more

Interrogating the English Language with Safiya Sinclair

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To be forced to speak in the language of the colonist, the language of the oppressor, while also carrying within us the storm of Jamaican patois, we live under a constant hurricane of our doubleness. ...more

The Storming Bohemian Punks the Muse #21: Not Yesterday’s Demonstrations

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1972: War was waging in Vietnam and kids were coming home in boxes. Hippes and yippies went clean for Gene McCarthy, but George McGovern won the democratic nomination. Tricky Dick Nixon was the one for the Republicans and the so-called Silent Majority.

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Safety Nets: On Seeing Movies with My Children

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There’s no blueprint for any of this. If there were, I would have read it by now. ...more

The Storming Bohemian Punks the Muse #16: The Game Is On

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Today is the day that Pr*sident Trump shut down the American borders to refugees, green card holders, and non-citizens with paid for and improved visas—if they were from certain “Muslim majority” countries… It is also the day his administration made it clear that, going forward, “Christian” refugees would be given priority over all other refugees—and then denied the existence of a religious test.

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Who Run the World?

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Look through these images, and feel proud. Feel inspired. Know that yes, the battle is uphill and will be hard-won, but it will be won. ...more

The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Nádleehí: One Who Changes

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I am scared. I will continue to be scared. I am scared that, one day, I will not be able to run as fast as my dad who eluded rocks and a tire iron. ...more

The Trouble with Confidence

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“But what are the statistics? Aren’t you taking a similar risk just driving?” Wide-eyed, attentive, he leans forward slightly. ...more

The Rumpus Interview with Jacqueline Woodson

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Jacqueline Woodson discusses her latest novel Another Brooklyn, the little deaths of lost friendships, and her work with children across the country as the Poetry Foundation's Young People's Poet Laureate. ...more

Macho Prey: Homophobia and Unlikely Victims in Tickled

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The film only grazes the issue, but homophobia is the fuel of the harassment that the targets face. ...more

This Week in Trumplandia

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Welcome to This Week in Trumplandia, a new Rumpus column in which I, your passionate, sometimes angry, mostly emotional, Aries/Taurus cusp host, will highlight PEOTUS-related news that you need to know.

Who am I? I’m a freelance writer from Philadelphia (also, the biggest fan of Buffy) who wants to make a difference and stand against the xenophobia, white supremacy, misogyny, and general bigotry of Trump and his supporters.

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A Letter to My Male Friends Who May Not Know That They Are Women

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Dearest loves,

As you are, I am stricken. I am devastated. I am unmade.

We have all felt a terrible blow. And yet, of course, we all feel it differently, and have different understandings of what has befallen us, and what is to come.

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Rumpus Original Fiction: How to Become a Tiger

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Tigers are bigger than my comprehension. That’s what I want. I want to be bigger than I am, so big I can’t even imagine it, so real I can’t ever be misinterpreted. ...more

The Storming Bohemian Punks the Muse #8: Dappled Things

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The small town where I have recently landed is ugly and beautiful. Walk down the main street: there are a few old gems like an ancient and glorious Masonic Hall, now home to evangelicals. Several boarded up stores, ugly as can be, and some small town cafes: one for Giants fans, specializing in breakfast, pancakes and pennants all over the joint, one Mexican taqueria, one family pasta palace with red and white checkered table cloths and cheap chianti, and an old-school diner for burgers.

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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Trouble in Mind

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I wasn’t blue always; my campus rape didn’t ruin my life. But at times I’ve found being a woman exhausting. ...more