R.I.P., Renee Nicole Good
It’s 1:00 a.m., and I can’t sleep.
My chest is hitching now and again. There’s a knot in my throat.
Sorrow, then rage. Then fear. Then rage again. And more sorrow.
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Happy New Year from Your Favorite Cassandra
To many of you, this will all sound like a paranoid fever dream. I get it. You grew up on the same “School House Rock” version of America that I did. Your history classes painted this Land of the Free in the best possible light, excusing centuries of atrocities with an optimistic, “Well, we wouldn’t do Manifest Destiny the same way today!”
You’re Probably on the List
Are you against masked thugs disappearing people who might be undocumented immigrants (with more and more U.S. citizens being swept up in ICE terror campaigns), traumatizing children, and pepper-spraying members of Congress who merely ask a question? Whoops! You’re an entity that goes on the list.
What, to the Minimum Wage Slave, is the Fourth of July?
This essay asks: What does Independence Day mean to minimum wage workers? While America celebrates freedom, millions remain trapped in poverty wages, unable to taste the liberty this holiday claims to honor.