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Listing stories: by theme of Movement
Images Speak Words - The Story of Gary Carter, My Grandfather
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May 2007
We have a very large family. They live all over the country in places like Chicago, Detroit, Arizona, Florida, Kansas, Cincinnati, California, Milwaukee, Arkansas, Germany, and San Diego...



Images Speak Words - My Mom
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May 2007
There were bombs falling and gun fire all the time. They would have to hide in bomb shelters. It was underground and very scary...



Shilling Love
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June 2006
I grew up a brown minority citizen of black-majority post-colonial Kenya. "Shilling Love" shows how every right that citizens of the global North take for granted, including expressions of love between parents and children, are painfully-won and desperate..



Alone in Mozambique
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June 2006
A job offer and the desire to experience the colours and textures of a new country and culture drew us to Mozambique - we underestimated the challenges we would face...



Lost in Zulu Translation: between otherness, motherland and love.
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June 2006
Lost in Translation is a semi-autobiographical story about my dating experiences of living in South Africa...



Katrina - The Music Video
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July 2006
Katrina - The Music Video..



Funeral Dirge
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August 2006
Funeral Dirge is a poem that works to deconstruct the prevailing societal causes of Hurricane Katina. This poem is a lyrically jagged account of this act of nature as seen though the lens of some who dearly love and admires the gumbo pot that is New Orle..



Hurricane Coverage
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August 2006
Hundreds, thousands Ashen black faces Tongues lap lips like waves Bowed backs wish for wings..



Watershed
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August 2006
Shoulders shrug soaked blue collars...



Awareness of Disaster: Hurricane Katrina and the Voice of the Hip Hop Community
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August 2006
This article is dedicated to the victims of the Hurricane Katrina disaster. It was written in hope of promoting the awareness of the connection between race, class, and the media...



Trouble the Water for Freedom : The Sea is the Last Hope for Some Haitians
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January 2006
CAP-HAITIEN, Haiti -- He wanders the slums and shipyards, listening for murmurs of the next boat getting ready to leave. When Jude Bernardin's father died three years ago and an uncle commandeered his family's land, he went to the city to find work...



On the Fence
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January 2006
My life as the house nigger leaves me sitting on the fence. Never been black enough to work the fields. Never been white enough to run the plantation. Just brown enough to wish the choice wasn’t black and white...



Jim Goes to Cuba
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January 2006
I'll never go back to Mississippi,
Muddy-snake ending of my misery and some
Adolescent, freckle-faced boy?s idea of change and manhood .....



Hot Sauce Habasha : An American Girl's Journey to Asmara and Family
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January 2006
“Wow. So you’re like going to Africa?” Allie asked me.

“Yep,” I answered hesitantly. .....



Clocking the Soul of the Black Cinema Nation
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January 2006
You can be in New York, Atlanta, Oakland, or Cincinnati. The crazy thing is, you can't twist a dreadlock without hitting an independent Black filmmaker. And yet, with all these artists of color, where is the new school of Black cinema? .....



Bittersweet
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January 2006
Despite having an abundance of connections and ties to South Africa, it was the absolute last place I envisioned myself serving as a Peace Corps volunteer...



Malonga : The Spirit of a Master Teacher
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January 2006
All three of us would sit anxiously, our seatbelts fastened, waiting for those words that so often introduced us to people .....



Cape Dancing
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January 2005
The lone black female dancer on a stage filled with white dancers representing an image of strength, grace and discipline in a country that has reserved those descriptions for white women. I was going to be a symbol...



A Lesson in Bahia
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January 2006
Asha was ready to fight. Her eyes, the color of the golden sand on the Brazilian beach where we stood, were blazing .....