When They Call You a Terrorist: A Black Lives Matter Memoir

by Patrisse Cullors

And while we live and we love and we laugh, there is also an unmitigated and unmitigating arc of pain that is there, has always been there, just below the surface. We suspect that things are not supposed to be this way but we aren’t sure what the other way is.

the drug war, the war on gangs, has really been no more than a forced migration project.

We have a responsibility to do better by people than simply telling them at the point of burnout to go rest and renew and then come back to the same toxicity that depleted them.