By Andrea Plaid
Because sometimes it’s time to respect a foremother of a movement, so I’m gonna talk about one of my favorite feminist crushes, Ana Castillo.
By Guest Contributor Jorge Antonio Vallejos, cross-posted from Black Coffee Poet
I’ve got Scandalous by Psycho Realm playing as I write.
It’s a Brown thing.
Brown Pride more like it.
That’s what this is about. It’s also a fitting song since I’ve been referred to as scandalous, angry, mean, and I love this one — reverse racist.
Being Brown in a place that doesn’t have many Brown faces with colonial Spanish names in the media has you starving sometimes. Similarly, I remember my Anishinaabe friend Deb Daynard saying she never saw a Brown face (Native American) on T.V while growing in Winnipeg, Canada. For me it was never having a Brown writer with a name like mine to follow as a kid.
I grew up reading Gordon Korman and Judy Blume. Both were funny and had me entertained for years but I couldn’t relate to their characters.
What the f-ck did I have in common with white boys attending private school?