Posts Tagged: Toni Nealie

From the Editors: Election 2016

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This election is critical. We are code-red. We might elect our first woman president, or we might elect a man who is at best dangerous and unqualified and at worst the end of democracy as we know it today. ...more

The Sunday Rumpus Interview: Jericho Parms

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What is lost still has substance, is malleable, can take on new impressions, and be molded again to our experience, often resulting in the most lasting force that determines how we see the world. ...more

Weekend Rumpus Roundup

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First, in the Saturday Essay, Tyrese L. Coleman unearths the history behind her surname and the results of a DNA test. The results say she is 69% African, 33% originating from Benin, 29% European, and less than 2% Asian. Coleman digs deeper and considers the likelihood of having descending from slaves and their slaveholders, imperialists and the subjected, both the winners and losers in our history books.

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Sunday Rumpus Pushcart Prize Nominations

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Pushcart Prize nominations were due December 1, and we got ours in just under the wire. From the many excellent pieces of writing that have passed through the Sunday Rumpus this year, we submitted four essays that we agreed were truly exceptional for consideration:

The Right to Remain, by Alexis Paige
love/woman/thirty, by Wayétu Moore
Forgiving My Father, the Serial Rapist, by Ibi Zoboi
The Displeasure of the Table, by Toni Nealie

Congratulations to these writers, and our sincere gratitude to all who have submitted their work for consideration in the past year.

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“I Am an Alien”

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Moving to the US as a person of color isn’t easy, even when you do everything completely above-board, come from a nation friendly with the US, and arrive with a respectable family in tow.

Toni Nealie discusses her experience coming to America from New Zealand in an essay for Guernica:

My iris is captured in a biometrics file with the U.S Immigration Service….My deep brown eyes, the eyes that have held the gaze of my beloved, the eyes that look like my mother’s, that my newborn sons searched for and struggled to focus on: these are now U.S territory.

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