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CN: mentions of anti-Blackness, holding non-black people of color accountable, performative activism, colonialism, mentions of death, police brutality etc. PEASE READ if you can!
Ok but seriously though, with everything that’s been going on in the...

CN: mentions of anti-Blackness, holding non-black people of color accountable, performative activism, colonialism, mentions of death, police brutality etc. PEASE READ if you can!

Ok but seriously though, with everything that’s been going on in the past week (and forever, really), ie #PhilandoCastile’s murderer being acquitted, and new developments of police killing #CharleenaLyles, the murder of Nabra Hassanen, and of course things that happen every day that will never make headlines. What are we as non-Black POC doing to dismantle anti-Blackness in our communities, families, etc. (especially us light skin folks)?

Like way beyond posting shit on social media to ease your conscience. I’m talking about chopping up all these big academic words about racial injustice with your tíxs, primxs, comrades, etc. I’m talking about explaining to folks WHY what they said/did was wrong. I mean stop excusing anti-Blackness as just glorified “messiness” I mean holding our community members accountable when they slip up, even if it’s “just that one time”. VIOLENCE IS VIOLENCE! Period. Full stop. I get feeling uncomfortable or feeling afraid of getting into an argument with someone you care for, but I’m SURE a bit of discomfort over dinner is a lot less worse than the violence Black folks face just for breathing and existing. Being uncomfy means you have stuff to unlearn!

Edit to add: before you say “But I’m not anti-Black” note that our very existence as non-Black people is INHERENTLY anti-Black. And at the end of the day, we don’t get to decide what is or isn’t anti-Black.

Our communities are rife with this shit. But we need to own up to our shit. Because the fact is we attended the colonizers’ tea party, and we drank from their cups. And something most of have been afraid to admit is that WE LIKED IT. We liked being able to assimilate, to have a group more marginalized than us to feed our egos. We can be/have been JUST as anti-Black as white folks. We feel just as much entitlement to appropriate Black culture as white folks. (Hell non-Black Latinx have stolen a SHIT TON from Black cultures. ie. music, style/fashion, language/“slang” and much more. And let me tell you, almost all of us have that one family member who’s still scratch their heads trying to wrap their head around the fact that Black folks can speak Spanish. (Hello Black Latinx erasure) *eyeroll* or who claims “pero yo soy blanca!!”)

We need to start speaking the hell up! And doing our part, and make it crystal fucking clear that anti-Blackness has NO place in our communities and movements. And that it won’t be tolerated. We need to be en la calle doing what we can! Like jfc stop being so silent. I’m not saying you have to know everything either… just like… damn put in the work! Quit with the performative activism. Stop with doing the bare minimum just to tell yourself that you’re doing enough and feed your ego. This is LITERALLY life and death, people!

- Nik Angel Moreno

Nik Angel Moreno is a 24-year-old, disabled, queer, Chicano writer, poet, and crochet artist hailing from south Texas, but currently transplanted in northeast Pennsylvania.

His writing has been featured in Wear Your Voice Magazine, The Body is Not an Apology, and Latina Magazine. His poetry has been featured in Hooligan Magazine as well as his Chap Book titled Liberación (2016). He has also independently published zines such as This Not That: A Guide to Eliminating Ableist Language, and Why Disabled People Are Magic.

He mostly enjoys educating readers about Ableism, White Supremacy, and other institutional power structures through his writing and zines. He is actively involved in advocating for people with disabilities and involved in the discussion surrounding disability rights. He also is passionate in writing about rape culture, trauma, and survivor-ship of abuse and trauma. He is an activist and advocate for victims of rape, sexual assault, abuse, and trauma, and he is very dedicated to the healing and recovery of trauma survivors.

Nik continues to write and educate, resist, and express himself through his poetry, zines, as well as articles.

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Can we talk about how the killer cop, Jeronimo Yanez, is Mexican-American? While not white, this terrible example of pathological anti-blackness demonstrates to us that white supremacy can use non-black people of color to uphold its systems of...

Can we talk about how the killer cop, Jeronimo Yanez, is Mexican-American? While not white, this terrible example of pathological anti-blackness demonstrates to us that white supremacy can use non-black people of color to uphold its systems of oppression. I know for certain that my fellow Mexicans can personally attest to the abundance of anti-blackness that exists in our communities. Jeronimo murdered Philando and I’ve not heard any of my woke Latinx or Mexican friends say a peep. He’s a monster, right? He’s also your brother, uncle and cousin. Y'all, this is where the ally work matters.

Jeronimo, a brown man, was acquitted not because of his innocence, but because the 10 white jurors were able to identify with his light-skinned Latinx version of anti-blackness–and established an intersectional kinship built on hatred for black people.

While not always wielding a gun, members of our community routinely express and enact anti-blackness. This happens through words and actual violence. Philando’s case may be extreme but it is not unusual. As Latinx folks who often benefit from a hierarchy of racism, we must be vigilant and dutiful in confronting anti-blackness in others and ourselves. As allies for black liberation, the onus is on us to do coalition work and be willing to sacrifice privilege and relationships in pursuit of the struggle. As a queer Chicano, I don’t take responsibility for the existence of white supremacy but I certainly admit that I can do more to confront anti-blackness around me and within myself.

As Philando’s girlfriend Diamond stated: “He was pulled over because, per officer Yanez, he had a wide nose and looked like a suspect.” “God help America,” she continued. Yes, God help America but also let us Latinx folks help each other confront and act on the problem. This time, the problem is ours.

- Miguel Garcia

Miguel Garcia is a native Detroiter and Chicano queer mental and sexual health advocate. He currently works for a community health agency based in Detroit and is completing his degree in Boston.

spansh translation: 

¿Podemos hablar de cómo el policia asesino, Jerónimo Yáñez, es mexicano-americano? Aunque no sea blanco, este terrible ejemplo de anti-negritud patológica nos demuestra que la supremacía blanca puede utilizar a las ‘personas de color’ que no son negras para defender sus sistemas de opresión. Sé con certeza que mis compatriotas mexicanos pueden atestiguar personalmente la abundancia de anti-negritud que existe en nuestras comunidades. Jerónimo asesinó a Philando y no he oído nada de mis compañeros Latinx o amigos mexicanos que son consientes de estas estructura sociales o “woke” decir ni un pío. Es un monstruo, ¿verdad? También es tu hermano, tío y primo.
Compañeros, aquí es donde el trabajo del aliado importa.

Jerónimo, una persona de color no negra, fue absuelto no por su inocencia,
sino porque los 10 jurados blancos pudieron identificarse con su versión de anti-negritud al nivel que existe entre Latinx de tonos de piel claras—y estableció un parentesco interseccional construido sobre el odio hacia los negros.

Aunque no siempre manejan un arma, los miembros de nuestra comunidades Latinx rutinariamente expresan y promulgan anti-negritud. Esto sucede a través de las palabras y la violencia. El caso de Philando puede ser extremo pero no es inusual. Como personas de Latinx que se benefician de una jerarquía del racismo, debemos ser vigilantes y obedientes para enfrentar la anti-negritud en los demás y en nosotros mismos. Como aliados para la liberación negra, nos incumbe la tarea de hacer el trabajo de la coalición y estar dispuestos a sacrificar el privilegio y las relaciones en la búsqueda de la lucha. Como un chicano queer, no me responsabilizo de la existencia de la supremacía blanca, pero ciertamente admito que puedo hacer más para enfrentar la anti-negritud alrededor de mí y dentro de mí.

Como dijo Diamond, la novia de Philando, “Lo detuvieron porque, según oficial Yáñez, tenía una nariz ancha y se parecía a un sospechoso.” “Dios ayude a América”, continuó.
Sí, Dios ayude a América, pero también permite ayudarnos a nosotros Latinx a enfrentar y actuar en este problema. Esta vez, el problema es nuestro.

- Miguel Garcia

Miguel García es un nativo de Detriot y partidario de Chicano queer salud mental y sexual. Actualmente trabaja para una agencia de salud comunitaria basada en Detroit y está completando su licenciatura en Boston.

Translation by: Vanessa Velasquez

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we are still here.
still undocumented and unafraid
still poz and proud
still black and magical
still trans and power
still resilient and brilliant
still present and unapologetic.
still fuckin’ here!
photo courtesy of jose demarco of philadelphia who...

we are still here.
still undocumented and unafraid
still poz and proud
still black and magical
still trans and power
still resilient and brilliant
still present and unapologetic.
still fuckin’ here!

photo courtesy of jose demarco of philadelphia who used this sign as part of act up protests in the 1990s.
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chyle, a lot of non-black queers have a lot of thoughts and opinions about how and when black people should protest. TWO UNARMED BLACK MEN HAVE BEEN PUBLICLY ASSASSINATED BY POLICE IN THE SAME AMOUNT OF DAYS and STILL some queers have the gaul to...

chyle, a lot of non-black queers have a lot of thoughts and opinions about how and when black people should protest. TWO UNARMED BLACK MEN HAVE BEEN PUBLICLY ASSASSINATED BY POLICE IN THE SAME AMOUNT OF DAYS and STILL some queers have the gaul to curb their mouths to say “protesting is not the answer. well let me share three things that "protesting” has provide us as queer and gay men.

1. because of the stonewall protest, WHICH WAS POLICE RIOT, you can dance and drink in a club without worrying about a police raid.

2. because queers yelled, screamed and protested the closing of bathhouses, you can suck dick at the baths.

3. many of us are ALIVE because queers protested THE MUTHA FUCKIN’ GOVERNMENT AND PHARMACEUTICAL COMPANIES for basic HIV treatment!


so the next time you are twerking your ass off in the club, remember that protests provided you that privilege.

the next time you are sucking dick at the bathhouse, remember that protests provided you that privilege.

the next time you and/or your friends, family, or partner is taking their LIFE SAVING HIV MEDS, remember that protests provided ALL OF US this privilege.

so before you go damning, judging and condemning those who protests against systematic oppression, try coming out of your ivory towers and into the streets in honor of the trans women, fags, queers, dykes, gays, drag queens, freaks and everyone who protested so that so you could shake your asses at pride. MANY OF THEM DIDN’T EVEN LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO ENJOY THE PRIVILEGES YOU TAKE FOR GRANTED.

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Originally posted by godisguts

the national republican convention came to an end tonight. sadly, so did whatever was left of the american fallacy of “all lives matter.” while the RNC has generously provided endless material for memes, tweets and posts, it was also the scariest shit we have seen this fuckin’ year. the above gif just being one of the million reasons why. notice the very intentional pause and positioning of the hands at the beginning of the wave.

laughing is a form of resistance. we honor that. we also want to remember that there are those of us who identify (or who are identified) as muslim, gay, queer, trans, undocumented, latinx, disabled, and/or activists who are whispering mantras tonight to calm rattled nerves before sleep tonight. whispering “this cannot happen, right?” “he will not win.” “we didn’t come this far to lose.”

if we thought or somehow tricked ourselves into thinking that RNC was not a threat, here are three sobering reminders:

1. THIS IS NOT A DRILL! this shit is real! posts like these could actually and literally be illegal in just a matter of months.

2. white supremacy is not maintained by just privileged white folks. milwaukee county sheriff david clarkeeven is just one of the prime examples but let’s be clear, so was rodney jenkins’ daughter’s “cute” performance tonight. many of the black and brown speakers were all part of a strategic ploy in maintaining white supremacy as an elite club that is accessible to black and brown people who “fall in line.”

3. trump is serious. he may be a joke to millions but he is dead ass serious. remember, people once laughed at hitler.

keep creating memes. keep tweeting. keep posting. keep laughing. keep whispering mantras. and please KEEP FIGHTING AND RESISTING!

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Originally posted by ch-r-o-m-e


sometimes, often enough
i feel that i will come undone
beneath the weight of a million eyes
watching gardens of strange fruit on repeat
my hands are heavy with grief
and the hope i worked so hard to build
that once filled my lungs
today, all fell away at the bone
my heart is set ablaze with rage
that i can no longer tone
the way we did while we ran
across a promised land
where white sheets roamed.

sometimes, often enough
i speak your names into the skies
and wait for any kind of reply in the wind
we ask ourselves again
what’s left after truth?
just proof spilled on pavements
our patience outlined by chalk
as we continue to walk
in the the fields alone
where white sheets continue to roam.

the moon in full bloom
stood perfectly balanced
behind the wondrous wings
mommy imagined you possessed
as she watched you swing
my wailing pain became a quiet ache
and the smile that broke across her face
told me of a story
of the tracks she traced
to get to this very place
where we now stand firm
soaked in blood and tears
and ready to burn
all of the fields where white sheets roam.

louie a. ortiz-fonseca

write. create. rage. be angry. smoke. drink. laugh. cry. march. post. take care of yourself and each other.

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no. no. no.

you see, fusion sharing this shit like she “woke.” “ooh, listen to how she uses cool social justice buzzwords. she is so ‘woke’ that she can get you to believe in this protest.”

we are calling bullshit! she is using “movement” and social justice lingo while protesting the conviction of a killer cop. ‪#‎fail‬

she says that they are not aligning themselves with white supremacy while protesting the conviction of a killer cop. a cop who shot akai gurley, an unarmed black man by “mistake” because he feared for his life and THEN delayed calling for help and assistance for akai gurley.

mind you, protestors are wearing ugly ass shirts with an ugly ass font that reads “we are not scapegoats.” chyle, bye! would they have been protesting if this cop was found innocent? no, because he would have benefited from white supremacy that continues to protect and benefit most cops - all of colors.

this protest is whack and while she speaks “movement” talk her actions and the actions of the other whack ass protestors betray her “fancy” speak.

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family conversation

them, whom i love: but the news said…
me: listen to your eyes.
them, whom i love: but the law says…

me: listen to your eyes.
them, whom i love: but not all…
me: listen to your eyes.
or at the very least, listen to the shackles of your chains.
listen to the ache and weight of worry you carry every day.
listen to your mind, when it says,
if i “talk” white, i will be alright.
my love, listen to your eyes

- louie a. ortiz-fonseca

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“ the latino community is in solidarity with the black community.
My heart is heavy with the pain and loss of my black brothers and sisters. Expressions of solidarity are often dishonest, but I say this with the utmost sincerity: we...

the latino community is in solidarity with the black community. 


My heart is heavy with the pain and loss of my black brothers and sisters. Expressions of solidarity are often dishonest, but I say this with the utmost sincerity: we will stop at nothing until all of this ends.
Seremos libre pronto.

Juan David Lopez Velez, New York City

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Her name was Tina. I called her Miss Tina. She was black, tall, muscular and unapologetic about her sometimes revealing 5’oclock shadow. She often referred to it as her “daytime” look. She was my mom’s best friend. I studied her like I should have been studying my math homework. I wanted to identify that one “thing” that made her magical. I wanted it for myself. I wanted to be as fabulous as Miss Tina.

It was the mid 80’s and the height of my mother’s crack addiction. If my memory serves me correctly, it was the height of my entire neighborhood’s crack addiction. In many ways, the crack epidemic was the equalizer in our neighborhood. My mother had friends who were lawyers, blue collar workers, bikers and business executives. I watched them roll in and out of our bedroom “apartment.” I never paid them much mind. Probably because if I did, I’d get my ass whipped for being nosy. But it was my mother’s friend Tina that always left me mesmerized.

She’d visit my mother at least two times a day. Once after work, where she would show up wearing a hard hat, jeans and construction boots and then, right before going out to paint the town red, she would show up looking like our neighborhood’s own lovely Donna Summer. This transformation always inspired me. She was my first tangible proof that we create our own beauty that we become.

I’d ask her questions about her nail color and shoes. I really wanted to ask her how to beat up the boys who called me “faggot.” I was always too scared to admit that even at 8 years old I was called a “faggot” at school. Whenever we chatted, however brief the conversation, I felt like I was the only person in the world. Tina was God and I was praying at the altar.

One night, I woke up to hear my mom and Tina talking, whispering and crying. Our apartment, which was just a large room, was separated into two rooms by a clothes line and sheets - me and my brothers on one side with the TV and my mother and Tina on the other side sitting at the table near the kerosene heater. “I think you are going to need to go to the hospital,” I heard my mother say. I couldn’t make out Miss Tina’s response but from what I could gather from the tone, her answer was a resounding “Hell no.” The conversation and crying continued. I peeked through the sheet and saw Miss Tina’s bloody and swollen face. I wanted to ask what happened but even then I knew that she too got beat up for being herself, the way I got beat up during lunch at school. Miss Tina was brave enough to tell my mother, to tell someone.

As I got older, Miss Tina and I developed our own friendship. We’d talk about Janet Jackson, fighting and AIDS. We talked about the night that she showed up bloody to our room. She told me of the times she showed up bloody somewhere and found ways of performing her own triage. She told me how she endured. “Make every fight for your life the fight of your life, honey.” She told me to never do drugs or get AIDS. She told me of all the other Trans women who were murdered or succumbed to the AIDS epidemic and then buried as men. Sometimes I cried when she spoke. Sometimes I simply wanted to set the entire world on fuckin’ fire. Sometimes, I still do.

Miss Tina died in late 1996. 20 years later, I still speak her name. Miss Tina! I still say her name to keep her history alive because Trans women are still fighting for their damn lives and Trans women are still being murdered. Miss Tina! I say her name because some of us have not moved from whispering about these murders to shouting and disrupting systems of oppression that reinforce violence against Trans women. Miss Tina! I say her name because some of us still post Transphobic memes on our social media accounts for a cheap laugh. Miss Tina! I say her name because some of us are quick to celebrate Caitlyn Jenner for her bravery and courage but intentionally misgender Trans women in our own communities because they do not look “real” or “pass.”

Miss Tina! I speak her name because some of us “out” Trans women on Instagram. Miss Tina! I scream her name because her history is our history. I scream her name and the names of all the Trans women who have been murdered this year. I scream their names because screaming makes people uncomfortable and be uncomfortable. We should be holding each other crying. As cis-gender Latino gay men, we should all be clenching our fists, raging and making the fight for the lives of Trans women the fight of our lives.  

Miss Tina! I say her name because Trans lives mattered in 1989. Today, I also say their name of the 13 Trans women who have been murdered this year because Trans lives matter now!

Papi Edwards
Lamia Beard
Ty Underwood
Yazmin Vash Payne
Taja Gabrielle DeJesus
Penny Proud
Kristina Gomez Reinwald
London Kiki Chanel
Mercedes Williamson
K.C. Haggard
India Clarke
Amber Monroe
Shade Schuler

Update: Friday, August 14th, was the absolutely bloodshed as the body of Angel Elisha Walker, a black Trans woman was discovered. The murders of Ashton O'Hara and Kandis Capri were also reported. This is a state of emergency! 14 of the 16 murdered Trans women were Trans women of color. This violence is an affront to our community, our families and our revolution. 

Today we say their names:

Ashton O'Hara
Kandis Capri
Angel Elisha Walker

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in 1997, i found myself at my first philly pride event when a tall handsome and bearded white man approached me with a pen and clipboard. i remember rolling my eyes; i didn’t want to sign another petition for some cause that did not directly impact my life as teen. i was polite though and entertained him by letting him give me his spiel about gay marriage, which is what it was called in the 90’s. when he was done, i immediately responded with, “well, i don’t believe in marriage”. he didn’t flinch. he nodded his head and replied, “well do you believe in choice?” i paused then signed the petition. of course i believe in choice, i did then i do now. it was that one interaction however that would challenge me to explore my thoughts and beliefs about marriage. it was that moment, with that handsome, bearded white man i asked myself, were my beliefs independently mine or those influenced by systematic homophobia?

growing up no one ever directly told me i would never be “allowed” to get married. i assumed by just existing and breathing that the kind of love i dreamt about could only be expressed through sharing monthly utility bills and other such grown up type responsibilities. i unconsciously surrendered to that notion. loving myself and loving another brown man was political enough for me and my mother, who up until her last breath, taught me, told me and reminded me that my kind of love always mattered. so marriage was not something i reached for. 


twenty years later, on june 26th, 2015, the supreme court of the united states of america ruled that i now have the right to marry. this is a historically huge step forward for the community i have identified with since childhood. this is worth celebrating and we should, i will, i am. young queer kids can now grow up dreaming of expressing their love and commitment to other queers the same way my straight peers can. no longer will law stop this life altering expression of love.  this ruling will serve as yet another reminder of our existence in this society. how we love and who we love matters because we are citizens of this country and deserve equal rights.

as i celebrate this historic ruling, and I DO because it now provides my son an other youth with new possibilities of what love can do. however, i caution myself with the words of gran varòn orlando gonzalez, “… if we have money to paint rainbows on cross walks, then we can certainly find money to house queer youth who sleep on those crosswalks.” i would add, “the will”, to house all the black and brown queer youth who sleep on those crosswalks. the mainstream lgbtq civil rights community must do more with regards to lgbtq communities who continue to be crushed by systematic oppression. some of us do not have the luxury of celebrating this historic moment because they are being held in immigrant detention centers. some of us are not celebrating because we’re worrying about we’re to sleep on the night of such a monumental decision by the supreme court of the united states of america; and some of us will never be welcomed to celebratory parties because of the shade of their skin and/or their gender expression.

all those who worked so tirelessly for a chance at being recognized by our government through the institution of marriage must now prove black lives matter, trans lives matter, poz lives matter, all lgbtq lives matter.

we have not reached the end of the rainbow, not yet, but it still shines, stands  and glimmers with hope.

louie a. ortiz-fonseca

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Over the past week, conversations about the construct of race have dominated social media. I won’t go into the fact that brown and black people have long challenged this construct and have paid a heavy price for it. However, few have shifted this “new” conversation that conveniently has “new” language (transracial) to shine light on the apartheid currently taking place in the Dominican Republic.

Admittedly, I have struggled with how to approach this horrific reality without imposing the judgement of developing countries that I have been socialized to believe. I have written and rewritten this piece about one hundred times, carefully crafting a statement that is informed on every level. As a Boricua, who was raised on the mainland, North Philadelphia to be exact, I recognize that I am not directly impacted by the history and continued tension between Haiti and the Dominican Republic. However, as a member of the Latin@ community, I do believe it is vital that we all stand in solidarity with all those who struggle to survive an oppressive state that often times robs us of our humanity.

We as Latinxs must address the anti-blackness that exists within the fabric of our culture and history as we again come face to face with the irrefutable evidence of the hatred it breeds. For all of us who work with and beside our undocumented family and friends, we cannot act as if our battles for freedom and citizenship here in America are not connected to the struggle of Haitian-Dominicans. It is not enough to simply place blame without understanding how the oppression in developing countries fuels a parallel experience of pain, anger and outrage. Haitian-Dominicans are suffering the very same systemic oppression that has socialized us all to believe, promote and reinforce the idea that the lives of poor people do not matter, that Black lives don’t matter and that queer lives don’t matter. Oh yes, queer folks are among those who will be facing detention and deportation in the Dominican Republic.

Our families have all courageously ventured to new land, seeking freedom and/or sanctuary. How dare we not honor our history by standing with others who have done and will do the same, others who continue to face violence for seeking these same human rights? #Not1More extends far beyond the borders of America. The foundation and promise of #Not1More must reach all corners of the earth, reminding us that humanity always trumps patriotism.

As this was going to “print”, details of the horrific act of terror in Charleston, North Carolina began to surface. And even now, it is clear that the only Black life that matters in this country is Rachel Dolezal. BBC is the only media outlet covering this at length. If you continue to keep up with this story via “popular” media, pay close attention to how media will humanize this US terrorist. Then remember that just two weeks ago, the young black teenage assaulted by police in McKinney, Texas was not provided the same opportunity of humanity.

We send love & light to all impacted by the war on black and brown bodies. We are raging with you. We are crying with you. And we are standing with you.

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