"we are the children of fearless visionaries,
of revolutionary refugees who escaped the motherland,
packing only the resilience burning within their hearts,
the mindset that carried them on,
the tradition that they can now pass down to us.”
In calling the Church ‘catholic,’ Orthodox Christians confess belief in a Church that is for all ages, nations, and races.
The Catholic Church is whole, complete, and lacking nothing—for this is what ‘catholic’ truly means. It is a calling for all, and Christ our God is sacrificed ‘on behalf of all, and for all.’
There is often confusion—especially for those either outside or unfamiliar with the…
Pan-African History: Political Figures from Africa and the Diaspora since 1787 by Hakim Adi (.pdf version) (full book)
Pan-African History brings together Pan-Africanist thinkers and activists from the Anglophone and Francophone worlds of the past two-hundred years. Included are well-known figures such as Malcolm X, W.E.B. Du Bois, Kwame Nkrumah, and Martin Delany, and the authors’ original research on lesser-known figures such as Constance Cummings-John and Dusé Mohammed Ali reveals exciting new aspects of Pan-African activism.
Dr. Ishakamusa Barashango - Portraits of an Eternal People
I’m interested in how working to change a narrative from one of trauma and victim hood to one of empowerment and boldness even in the face of stark vulnerability can transform a life positively. I am particularly focused on how speaking the truth of our individual and collective experiences as women of the diaspora can free women to live up to their potential. The African diaspora is comprised of many different women from different countries, cultures and beliefs. Some have come from war ridden countries and have experienced first hand the loss of humanity that brings, some have gone through some abandonment and trauma within families. I am more aware of issues that still plague people like FGM, domestic violence and rape. What happens to those things when they move to a different country? Are they allowed to speak of it or experience difficulties associated with past traumas in an empowering and safe space? I am aware that for a long time the narrative for African women and black women has been we are strong and it is a shameful thing to show that you are human after all. I come from a long line of strong females who you never heard a whimper from, all they showed was boldness and a can do attitude. I celebrate that. However that meant that there is a veil of silence for those women who find themselves unable to show that strength all of the time. Women who are beautiful but flawed. Strong but vulnerable. They suffer in silence. Some of them die in silence. It took a long time to see that it is strength to speak your truth without flinching. It took a long time to admit that I have bones to gather despite looking like I have it all together. I am using this space to explore the often hidden life of an African woman in the diaspora and the disconnect that can take place. I am that woman and you may be that woman. All I know is progress happens when we speak the truth and find solutions for freedom. I am both strong and vulnerable.
What is it to leave a place? What is it to question your own memory of that place? What is it to have this innate connection to a place in which you don’t live at anymore? How can you keep generating a collective and cultural memory which you know you’re very much implicated in and very much spiritually connected to but meanwhile, the connections are very frayed… but meanwhile, they are overwhelmingly strong. The poem for me becomes a way to give contour to all these provisional, competing, difficult, contestatory, generous, poignant, ridiculous notions of home, war, how do you tell a story?
—Myung Mi Kim, in Between the Lines: Asian American Women’s Poetry (2001)
This is my first ever MIA concert. I’m remembering when I first saw her music videos on IMF at 14 yrs of age and was blown away. #comingofage #desi #diaspora #music (at Riviera Theatre)
Went to East is East last night,a Afghani/Indian restaurant. It was in the epicenter of white hipsters. The waitress were all white, the food was bland, and greatly modified to be “healthy” for the “organic” crazed hipsters. The menu had the word exotic all over. I sat on the chair with traditional coverings and pillow. Ones I remember siting at my grandparent’s home. I looked at the ceiling, wood. I forgot how much the fabric would scratch you.
I felt like a child again
I looked at the painting on the wall, and there it was.
a picture of a white women with
a tattooed arm,
and that earthy “spiritual” clothing,
at yellow faceless silhouettes of people playing traditional instruments.
the white gaze.
she had a face. they did not. they were just yellow. the instruments had more details. I wish I could have burnt the place down.
The stage #art was the best part. #miamatangi #music #desi #diaspora (at Riviera Theatre)
Homebound. Had so many good bad sad angry feelings at the MIA show in Uptown. Conclusion: Watching her music on YouTube sans the ignorant American hipster culture at her shows seems more do-able. #desi #diaspora #timetojournal (at CTA - Belmont)
the english word whatever is not a good substitute for bahala na
Did you know green cards are actually green?
The well-worn, multi-folded form that stuck
Through the back of my mother’s wallet
Like a red letter like a brand forever pressed
To her throat pointing like
A here I am here I am neon sign, a giant arrow
Above her head glinting the truth.
Green-eyed, green-papered, monster like money
Under her fingernails and tracking mud into the store.
The lady stares at her accent, looks at her hands,
Glares at her third eye, shining angry red in the middle
Of her forehead before handing over what my
Grandmother paid for.
Her sari doesn’t get under her feet, but it still trips
The clerk up.
Did you know green cards are actually green?
Envious and hopeful and dreaming.
These little resolute papers, easily mistaken
For a future, for food, for lineages and lines
Of descendants stretching out to university,
To law school, to six figure salaries and 401ks,
Spell out in clear letters “permanent resident.”
What that means is “here for always.”
What they mean is “stuck.”
Korean Immigration to Mexico
In 1905, more than 1033 Korean people departed from the port located in Chemulpo (also known as Incheon), South Korea hoping to improve their lives.