Concerns

The arts embody expressions of all voices, unobstructed. The blessing of the arts manifests in the copious shades of expression the human race provides. Though as individuals, we may have our personal dissents against our neighbors, at the ends of the day we recognize the validation of each of our narratives and our humanity. Mr. Trump’s language, however, purports degrading rhetoric of the people’s expression, belittling and thereby obstructing the voices of minorities.

Plainly: we do not condone this language, nor do we condone the invalidations of expressions. We wish to diverge from this poisonous narrative and buttress compassion for humanity: "all are created equal".

Plainly: we do not condone this language, nor do we condone the invalidations of expressions. We wish to diverge from this poisonous narrative and buttress compassion for humanity: "all are created equal".

Although we respect America's sacred tradition for a peaceful transition in power, we also respect necessary boundaries and unalienable rights. When the fundamental backbone— our right— of America is dishonored, we the people have the right to voice our dissent with maximum volume.

We continue to publish all voices and continue our purpose. Today, we will not watch and pause in trepidation. We honor the inclusivity of all voices, regardless of political or religious affiliation, and push for a greater education of our communities. We fight against the normalization of hate speech. All stories are equally as valuable and hate speech is not 'story'. We will neither stand for nor publish such poisonous rhetoric. There must be reason. There must be reflection. There must be recognition. There must be education. Therefore, there must be action. We are officially collaborating with Winter Tangerine and The Adroit Journal in a movement. The link to Winter Tangerine's published letter can be found here.

Despite the recent bitter rhetoric surrounding this election cycle in America, Maya Angelou reminds us: we will continue and we will prevail. 

Still I Rise

Author | Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.