“This firsthand learning showed me how to be an independent thinker and that the state will stop at nothing to try to criminalize our minds and bodies.”
I am most aligned with the people who force the world to be accountable for its stigma, bias, and hate. There is nothing that captures the spirit of Pride better than that.
When reporting on the Midwest, media outlets often forget about communities subject to state violence and suppression.
From my vantage point, this final push looks to be too little, too late.
We call each other family because so many of us are blacklisted by our own families, so we find our kin in the LGBTQ community. My mind was blown, my heart broke open and I found my people.
What I discovered was a growing Black- and people of color-led marijuana movement that centers our resilience as we fight to end cycles of poverty and mass incarceration in our communities.
Feeling this way about another Black woman is hard. But I can’t stand behind her when she stood beside a president who encourages violence against Black communities.
Although diverse communities in cannabis are growing, for black and brown women, the old adage rings true: “All the women are white, all the blacks are men, but some of us are brave.”
Enjoying cannabis daily is part of my practice of self-determination and wholeness. I am curious about where cannabis use overlaps with parenting, and what it looks like to hold both as a Black woman.
Black women are stars in the wretched galaxy of planet Earth—and the world knows it.