October 2020 Resource Roundup: 9 Black Activists to Follow on Instagram
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a storyteller and editor from Queens, NY
This article was originally published in the Black Allyship Column at Mochi Magazine. Mochi Magazine is an online destination forContinue Reading
“As we approach elections, we’re seeing that a lot of people genuinely do not understand that the “Defund the Police” movement is about redefining community safety. So I wrote an article about the reality of policing in America for BIPOC lives, the many systems we can implement (that are already in place in other parts of the world) instead to keep marginalized communities safe, and why Asian Americans in particular need to get on board.”
“if I get boiled pure / in your lobster pot / would it peel off / like a scarlet clearance tag?”
“As a privileged East Asian, I have been complacent in the violent systems of oppression in our country, a country that upholds white supremacy while pitting minorities against each other. I cannot ignore the fact that one of the Minneapolis police officers who stood by and watched while George Floyd was murdered was Asian American, or that he has a history of past complaints, including using excessive force against a Black man. George Floyd’s name has been added to a long list of modern-day lynchings, including Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor, Tony McDade, and the list goes on.
We cannot stand by and watch this list grow any longer.”
“Like many ethnic cultures, Koreans tend to forgo measuring cups and written recipes, simply knowing what to add and how much to add by taste alone. But as we assimilate more and more into American culture through each generation, how do we hold onto our cuisines and their individual histories? How do we pass them down?”
“The bit of bone swung from the grubby twine tied around her neck every time she bent towards a corpse. Round and white from a thousand years of sun, it looked more like a marble, like a gonggi stone that a child could toss into the air and catch on the back of her hand. But it was indeed the top knuckle of Min’s little finger, where she had spelled her heart one morning, lifetimes ago. In the blue haze of dawn, she had chopped it off with a butcher’s knife, just like her mother had, and her mother’s mother before her.”
“for seven miles / we trudged / along the marshes / from Fort Tilden to Canarsie. / our bicycles, lame horses”
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“slivers of glass ignite bathroom marble, / and with the same fists that shatter / champagne flutes and mirrors, / he grinds luminescence into my back”
“It started the week an artist was going around New York City bashing Asian women in the face. In his Twitter Manifesto, he called it ‘The Nose Game,’ describing the conceptual process as a form of retaliation against rejection. Although the performance piece was generally ignored by the local media, he was lauded by fellow fetishists as the latest male genius.”