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This article was originally published on Residential School Magazine under its original title “Let Me Tell You About Inter-Generational Trauma” and is republished with permission . **Content note: this article contains discussions of physical, emotional, and sexual abuse and violence as well as suicide.** My grandmother was placed in residential school at the age of 6. For the 10 years she lived there, she would be given a number instead of a name, and be called that number for the next 10 years. I heard all sorts of horrific stories about the school. She told me how a little girl spoke her language and had her head smashed into concrete repetitively by the nuns, she remembers seeing blood everywhere. The little girl was only 7, and she was 6, witnessing this. She told me about how the nurses claimed she had Tuberculosis – when in fact, she didn’t, and she was placed on bed rest for 6 months at only 10 years old. She was not allowed to stand up, walk around, or basically move. My ...

  1 Recordá que tu existencia es valida Cuando sos constantemente objeto de leyes, enmiendas y especulación mediática, es fácil olvidarse que sos más que un número. Tu existencia es válida, sin importar cómo cruzaste la frontera, de donde sos o donde estas hoy. Los seres humanos no pueden ser “ilegales”, especialmente en un país cuyas leyes se construyeron sobre la esclavitud de personas negras y el genocidio de los pueblos originarios. Cuando el gobierno habla de leyes que legislan sobre nuestros cuerpos, tenemos que recordar que sin importar cuánto nos digan que nuestra existencia es “ilegal”, se equivocan. Hemos viajado tanto, y luchado contra tantos obstáculos, que nuestra existencia no solo es válida sino que es el poderoso producto de nuestro viaje. More Radical Reads:  The Immigration Olympics? Immigrants Don’t Have to Be Superheroes to Deserve Your Respect Or Justify Access 2 Tomate el tiempo de atender tus necesidades A veces esto es lo más difícil, ya que cada p...

I’ve been told many times by my wife that men suck. Her words offended me, angered, and even irritated me – how could my wife, someone married to a man, make such a sweeping declaration? This is an open letter about how I, a recovering fuckboy, came to find her words so true and how radical self-love is changing my life. Let’s jump right into this: “Men suck.” It’s the truth and that’s ok. Somehow on our anthropogenic journey as human beings we have literally created a system that produces shitty, violent, abusive, hyper masculine men, so blind to our privilege we have j udges asking rape survivors why they couldn’t manage to keep their knees closed. I know; I’m still trying to wrap my head around that one, too. We’ve created societal constructs that have taken the most anecdotal differences between men and women, and turned those into the very definition of what it means to be a man or woman. For instance, “Might makes Right” – because men tend to be physically stronger than women,...