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The PanWomanist Easter Edition 2019

Featured Articles: The Olokun & Part of the Team

December 16, 2019

Occupy the Hood members marching in the Los Angeles Kingdom Day Parade, January 16, 2012.


        The Occupy Wall Street movement transformed mass political participation in the United States from private spectatorship to public engagement and creative direct action. When Occupy participants protested wealth inequality and private-sector control of politics with a practice of encamping in public space and democratizing the peoples’ right to location, they came face-to-face with the urban United States’s historical elephant in the room: racial segregation. In this study of the rise and fall of the Occupy movement in Chicago, contextualized by the city’s history of geographic segregation, t...

April 16, 2019

Part One

I could recognize her anywhere, especially in bat form. Agness, grand kiss-ass to the Vampiress Queens of Canal Street, her black wings tipped with a tinge of blood orange, accented against the warn dark night, a feature she was so proud off, flapped impatiently outside my window.

Bats are blind, yet her black beady bat eyes bore into me with the exact malevolence that I had leveled at her for the last 103 years. I was made 75 years before her, and although that’s minute in our time, any other vampiress would have respected the years.  But not Agness. I wonder how she found me?

I reflexively began to reach for a half-empty bottle of Ardbeg on the rickety dresser, but sanity prevailed. She...

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