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Being explicitly clear that we also play a role in anti-Asian racism is a necessary step in my solidarity

When I caught wind of the dramatic spike in violence against Asians, a thought came to mind: how much of the violence and assaults have come from Black people?

Initially, to avoid confronting reality, I didn’t bother to find the answer. I preferred to stay in my ignorant bubble where statistics on these hate crimes are severely lacking, and the news articles exclude the attackers' race. That way, I could assume they’re all acts by White supremacists. After all, by calling COVID-19 the “Chinese virus,” their prophet Trump emboldened their scapegoating hate towards the Asian community.

Conveniently enough, Robert Aaron…


Not all two ‘Cents’ on living a long, perfect life are created equal


One who is 100 years old or more. A catch-all for anyone who’s made it this far.


One who is 100 years old or more and led Roman legions through bloody battlefields, survived mutinies, and avoided execution by Julius Caesar to exceed the average centurion lifespan of 42. The secret? Befriending Jesus. It helps to have someone who can raise you from the dead.

The androgyny of the most powerful Pokémon was the first crack in my binary gendered world

We’re two months into what’s set to be a year-long epic celebration of Pokémon 25. Today is actually the franchise’s 25th birthday. Normally, I’m the last person to get sentimental about Pokémon because even as a purebred 90s kid, I had like no enthusiasm for the cards, show, or game. But, then again, what’s a 90s childhood without Pokémon? Even I couldn’t escape its hold.

In a random moment of reflection, I realized one of those weird pocket monsters — Mewtwo, to be exact — wormed its way into my tiny childhood worldview some twenty years ago and did the

This month, I go back to the dawn of humanity to honor our Black Mother

I’m ashamed to say I’ve never given Black History Month the honor it rightfully deserves. Instead, I’ve been apathetic, pegging it as the obligatory public school lesson plan each February so America could check off the “See? We’re not that racist” box.

But, really, my apathy came from hurt. Knowing I lived in a world that saw my dark-brown skin as inferior by default was one thing. But facing that same rejection in places I thought to find home was another. As a second-generation African immigrant, I struggled to connect to Black American History, let alone find belonging in Black…

The film villanized him instead of exploring the often neglected journey of the non-birthing partner

Spoiler Alert: Major plot points are revealed

As a childbirth mentor and doula in training, I’ve learned that people’s first understanding of birth plays a role in the decisions and outcomes of birth. Often their first understanding comes from a movie they watched once upon a time. So, suffice to say, theatrical interpretations of birth stories deeply influence the cultural understanding of birth.

Movies like Netflix’s latest Pieces of a Woman can offer so much to the world about the experience, especially when husband and wife filmmakers Kornél Mundruczó and Kata Wéber took the bold step of weaving in their…

No country is exempt from the fragility of Democracy

Regarding the Capitol's chaos, I feel too detached to have the same visceral reactions splattered on every corner of my Facebook feed and YouTube comments. Blame mental fatigue of waiting with bated breath for the next shoe to drop every couple of months this past year. Since I had nothing to add to the discussion, I read and digested the reactions. One particular set of comments about the attempted coup stands out to me, though. They are the ones relegating America to Third World country status.

It’s nothing new. Commentaries at the onset of the Black Lives Matter movement and…

“…the last shall be first…”

Honestly, I’m not comfortable joining the collective sentiment declaring this year as the shittest year on record. Having had health, food, and shelter for me and those I love, I feel way too privileged. That’s not to say— especially as a Black soul — that I was exempt from the grief this year brought.

However, I did find comfort in a line echoing in my head all year like a prophecy come true in 2020. It’s a line at the end of Story Time with Jesus. …


A Holiday poem

‘Twas some days before Christmas when all through the net
Capitalism was booming along with personal debt.
Online shopping carts are stacked virtually high
In hopes ‘Arrive before Christmas’ is not just a lie.
The couriers boasted they’d live to the feat;
The knights to save Christmas from 2020
Delivery workers, they all slaved away
Through ungrateful tweets of delivery delays.
Two days to spare, click ‘Track Package’ in panic
In hopes for ‘Delivered’ instead of ‘In Transit.’
Then, out on the street in the corner of my eye,
I spot what looks like is the UPS guy.
Now Walmart, now Target, now Amazon Prime;
USPS? FedEx? We’ll give you some time.

It makes the absurdity of the movement much easier to forgive

I was raised by an aunt clinically diagnosed with schizophrenia — a woman I owe my life to. After twenty years of being a hopeless bystander to the ravages of mental illness, words like “crazy,” “insane,” or “lunatic” that easily roll off the tongue in this baffling political climate ring a bit differently. They’re not just a passing mockery or a logical way to make sense of what’s defied logic for four years. Commentaries alluding to Trumpism as mental illness leave me…conflicted.

Political podcast host David Pakman described the viral video of Paula White’s prayer for Trump’s election victory as…

Because nagging young folks to vote isn’t good enough

I finally feel like a half-way decent American citizen. After 12 years of voting eligibility, 4 presidential election cycles, and 1 of which was the historic election of the first Black president, I finally gave a genuine F about voting.

It’s all thanks to the pandemic. Well, more specifically, it’s all thanks to the mail-in-vote option that allowed me to sit in front of my laptop, take all the time I needed to google every candidate and contest, and become grossly invested in some of the issues. Now, I can say…I get the hype over this voting thing!

“Vote? Eh.”

Why is…

Jessica Trésor

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