Do We Need Religion As The World Feels Like It’s Ending? Yes.
I’m writing this while on the road with the Caravan of Mothers of Missing Migrants, a collective whose children were disappeared on the migrant trail by cartels, government agents, or traffickers. For these women, the world has already ended. It ends every time they wake up and confront life without their children.
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Free Radicals: Abolition’s Roots in Healing Are a Key to Its Future
In the wake of the police killings of Breonna Taylor, George Floyd, and Rayshard Brooks, it is becoming increasingly impossible to ignore the movement for abolition.
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How water sustains movements from North Carolina to the borderlands
Laine Lewis was returning home after collecting honeycomb from a friend’s beehive on the last day of May when she noticed clouds of tear gas drifting over the bridge crossing the French Broad River in Asheville. She got out of her car and ran over to the crowd — filled with locals protesting the killing of George Floyd by Minneapolis police — and found several street medics tending to the injured. “I went home that night, logged onto my Facebook, and posted ‘we need water and first aid supplies.’ “I knew it was going to happen again the next night,” she said.
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The Supreme Court Upholding DACA Is a Win, But We Need to Protect All Immigrants
This decision is a significant — if temporary — win for the immigrant justice movement and a relief for so many. But we have to dream bigger. We cannot continue to uplift “deserving” and “good” immigrants while those who cannot fit into those categories are captured and caged.
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Weaving the Wall: Devotional Art Counters State Violence in the Borderlands
When Bolivian artist Carolina Aranibar-Fernández first encountered the 1,954-mile–long wall that divides the United States and Mexico, all she could see were “metal slats that violently penetrate the land.” They towered above the desert floor, a hypermasculine violation of the desert’s sovereignty.
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Listening For Footsteps: Offering Brief Safety in a Hostile Place
Less than 24 hours after my dad’s citizenship ceremony, I boarded a flight to begin my dissertation fieldwork in Tucson, Arizona. At his swearing-in, I witnessed my father pledge his allegiance to the American flag after living in the United States for 20 years, the majority of that time spent undocumented and in a state of constant deportability. Later that evening, he confessed to feeling guilty for betraying our home country of Argentina, for disavowing his loyalty to our patria. With the sobering image of my father’s eyes still in my mind, I packed up my hiking gear and prepared to spend a month volunteering with humanitarian organizations at the U.S.-Mexico border.
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