Absent Presence in Temporary Space
There is much more that makes a city truly livable than putting a roof over your head, clothes on your back, or food in your belly. Can you get from place to place with ease? Can you call that place livable if you constantly find yourself fearful of sitting on a bus or waiting for a train? [...]
In Search of a Good Place
Forget the rhetoric spewed out by politicians like Donald Trump. Forget how people from Africa and the Middle East are suddenly finding themselves persona non grata across vast swathes of the planet. Instead, think about the nitty-gritty [...]
Our own tribal name for ourselves is simply “Ishak,” which means “Human Beings.” We refer to ourselves as both “Atakapa” and “Ishak” – both names being part of our history and heritage. Perhaps what I admire most about De Batz’s depiction of an Ishak man is that his depiction is so human. There he is, a member of a supposedly fierce nation, and yet his gesture is one of friendship.
Black, Brown, and Yellow in New Orleans
I’m an immigrant of color who speaks Spanish and happens to be rather light-skinned, as far as people of color go. When I think about it, I suppose being light-skinned has afforded me a small amount of benefit in the U.S. Then again, maybe not, but that depends on who’s interpreting my life and my place in the world. Let me explain.