It’s the night before market day in the village. Most of the stuff I bought last week is still here, uncooked, some the worse for wear, thanks to the regular hours long blackouts courtesy of gphell. I just haven’t been able. Started the needs assessment today, 2 interviews; 48 more to go and I’m already depressed. There’s no community for lesbian and bisexual women in Guyana. Sure, there is an organization or two and people have friends and acquaintances, some enemies, but there is no big C Community. I’ve known that for several years now but it still depresses the shit out of me. Because I couldn’t change that sad fact. Because I gave up trying to. Because I still need it. The darkness gnaws steadily at my heart and soul and the abyss is always there, growing and snatching at my toes. I will see my ex tomorrow; someone who was once the world to me. Now we barely acknowledge each other’s existence. This has been a year of brokenness; relationships, friendships and the will to fix. Mending one’s self seems to suck all the energy. I aint able cook. PBJ seems doable and appealing. After all, there are 2 or 3 different kinds of jelly to choose from. And tequila. OM
What’s the difference between an organizer, an activist, and someone who is just plain fighting for their life, on a personal level? Often, there is no discernible distinction, as these roles often blend together in ways that could never be separated. But for some people, there is no such complexity. I point this out because, in recent years, there has been a verbal shift in social justice spaces towards referring to everyone involved as an organizer. As a person who believes that we too often negate the meanings of words by transforming them into umbrellaed concepts, I have to say my piece about the matter.
Not everyone who is involved in movement work is an organizer, and that’s okay. And to be real, if you find that you’re spending more time condemning the imperfect ideas and practices of others than you’re spending lifting folx up, you are not healing or building anything — and that’s…
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Disaster time again, for our sisters and brothers in Haiti. Already the vultures circle, using this tragedy as another opportunity to take advantage or worse, to engage in the pornography of suffering black bodies.
Now is not the time for tears, hand-wringing, there are lots of organisations that are quietly doing good work in Haiti that does not line the pockets of multinational aid corporations, or continue to fatten the Port au Prince elite.
The following is a list I’ve compiled thanks to friends in Haiti and its diaspora. Please do your own research on the organisations listed below. I’ll keep updating it as more info emerges.
Donations in Trinidad
ITNAC Trinidad based organisation sending volunteers soon to Haiti asking for donations…
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Over the past fifteen years, there’s been a trend of cutbacks at universities. Faculty and students are told that governments can’t fund higher education as before. Universities are critiqued as being elitist because they focus on critical thought for its own end, faculty are considered too secure in their jobs so permanent positions are slashed and workloads are increased, and students are pressed into marketable disciplinary areas or seen as wasting taxpayers’ time. Universities that run profits, are re-oriented around industry priorities and needs, and which produce disciplined workers, like a trade school, are considered exemplary.
There are changes that universities should undergo to make them serve student needs better, and create a new generation that can skilfully access a decent standard of living, and be kind and conscientious citizens. But, this is not what neoliberal changes seek.
Rather, they aim to run the university by the operations model of a…
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