Letter from the editor-in-chief
Letter from the editor – Issue 29
As people around Baltimore, the United States, and the world have mobilized around the conflict and death happening in the Gaza Strip, my mind has gone to two places. I think of how much humans have the capacity for violence, destruction and hate and that it doesn’t seem like we’ll see the end of that…
In this issue
Free, Free Palestine
A cold, steady rain fell on hundreds of anti-war activists who took to the streets in Baltimore on the evening of Oct. 20, chanting “Free, Free Palestine!“ and “Hey, hey, ho, ho, the occupation has got to go!” as they demanded a ceasefire in the Israel-Hamas War. Activists rallied at City Hall before shutting down traffic from…
Accidental poetry
When Tatiana Nya Ford wrote “Lyra and the Ferocious Beast,” which ran at The Voxel Theater this summer, it was a way of blending several different parts of herself. The play starred actor, teacher, and spoken word superstar Mecca “Meccamorphosis” Verdell as Lyra, an intergalactic scientist who does whatever she can…
Photostory: New Generation Scholars
Sharayna Ashanti Christmas founded New Generation Scholars, a program aimed at empowering young people in Baltimore City through education and experiences, in 2007. “It was started to kind of explore Black diasporic history, through study abroad travel and the arts,” she said. “Young people pretty much work…
“The Burial” is a crowd-pleasing throwback
Courtroom dramas were once a thriving subgenre in the cinema marketplace of ideas. A reliable showcase for movie star charisma, they were once a great conduit through which the exploitative nature of America’s mainly oppressive systems could be battled through David-and-Goliath-like underdog narratives. But perhaps not since their 1990s heyday has an example of the…
The Colors of a Mother’s Soul
From an outside point of view it would seem like I was simply a sunflower basking in the rugs of the everlasting sun. Yellow petals, brown seeds, accompanied by a green stem and leaves. And somehow even I had been constrained by the thought of man, As if someone had wrapped my roots with an…
