Loneliness is a feeling that's been following me around a lot this semester. What are friends? I thought I knew but I must have been wrong. It's funny how people you've worked with, laughed with, engaged with, seem to forget who you are once you've decided to be true to yourself. What are they afraid of? What has changed? How can gender affect even the most platonic of University friendships? "I know what it feels like to be stared at for my appearance", she said to me. "My name's Kenisha. What's yours?" I needed a few seconds to realise she was talking to me. Nobody talks to me. Even those who used to. "Didn't we take a class together last fall?" She was right. But we never talked then. So there we were, sipping tea outside the library building. "What you said earlier, were you refering to the color of your skin?", I asked. She smiled. "I was refering to my blackness, yes. I've seen you sitting alo
Thanks for this! I would also add this important link:
ReplyDeletean abolitionist organization in the US with plenty of resources that got started decades ago by Angela Davis and Ruth Gilmore among others,
http://criticalresistance.org/about/not-so-common-language/
As well as, key texts by Ruth Gilmore, The Golden Gulag, and Angela Davis' Are Prisons Obsolete.
And this is the recent 2016-2017 Annual Report by the Correctional Investigator of Canada http://www.oci-bec.gc.ca/cnt/rpt/annrpt/annrpt20162017-eng.aspx
And a letter written by people on the inside demanding change of prison policies in Canada addressed to Trudeau: https://demandprisonschange.wordpress.com/