...Outrage aimed at freedom, collective action rooted in love, the active defiance of injustice. Until we’re all free: A refrain turned echo. A call to commune with other collectivities in...
...length. Type 1 diabetics, like me, died fast, our coma breaths reeking of rotten hay. Type 2 diabetics died more slowly, some surviving due to food scarcity imposed either by...
...to die. The remote becomes a panegyric that lets you feel like you will live forever, as long as you can keep clicking. Wu seems to assume that there is...
...time and money to build a giant Band Aid, when we can just let it fester with infection, hoping we die before the gangrene sets in? But all possible causes...
...on the manuscript as a medium worthy of study and respect.” 'Turkified': Why I Can Never Be a Proper German How Black Girls Die in America “Hart Island, the United...
...until they die? Rule on the strength of their mastery of canonical texts whose meaning only they are fully privileged to interpret? Cameras are not allowed in the Supreme Court....
...suffers, who kills himself, yes, instead of watching himself die! I’ve made myself into the character of a book, a life one reads. Whatever I feel is felt (against my...
...wife tells him, she does not want to die without finding what remains. The oceans are full of bodies—the waters speak of the necropolitical creation of disposable classes that are...
...hold hands. And then wash them furiously in scalding water." "If there's no water and no feed, you move the cows," he said. "You move them or they die."...
...forms a protective shield. It wishes to die only its proper, “natural” death and will therefore go to great lengths to avoid perishing at the hands of hostile external forces....
...years for his communist ideas, called it “a kingdom of death and madness.” 5 Alas! Tadmor, the wife of Moqîmu son of Nûrbel, the artisan. She died on the 29th...
...Complaining, censorious, and over-sensitive, university students are destroying their own institutions. Wait, seriously? People think that? An earlier version of this essay was posted at the blog feministkilljoy What...