This year was my first time recognizing Black August–I hadn’t even heard of it until last year. When I say, I’m learning, I mean I’m learning. Anyone who has been watching my stories for the last couple of years has witnessed me learning out loud, which feels so important to me in this phase of life.
The murder of Mike Brown in 2014 changed me. I realized that some folks would only ever see me as another Black girl from southwest Atlanta, i.e. disposable. It illuminated the connection between this form of mis/recognition and the systems that valued some lives over others. I decided then to do what made sense to me. To dedicate my life to learning, and I would not apologize for or shrink from being my version of Black, girl (femme), and southern.
In the spirit of Black August, I did some reading and wanted to highlight what left a mark. First up, is Joy James’ In Search of Revolutionary Love: Precarity, Power, and Community (Divided Publishing, March 2023), an abolitionist text that charges us to explore the roles of love and relationships in making the world over. James references a reframing of education, not an exclusionary, elitist, and assimilationist praxis but as something committed to, rooted in, and nourished by the most vulnerable folks in our society. James uplifts the IBRT (Incarcerated Black Radical Tradition) as a deepening of the BRT, which neoliberalism often co-opts and drains of potency to make it easier for the ruling class to digest. Boiled chicken theory (No, I will not be elaborating).
Across centuries and cultures, political prisoners have provided lessons learned on inequity and institutional violence. Incarcerated folks (including folks who are being held by ICE, who are institutionalized due to mental health crises, and those held under other forms of forced confinement) are on the receiving end of some of the most inhumane treatment. What does it mean to turn to them as potential educators? What does it mean to listen to them? What does it mean to love them?
bell hooks defines love as an action and an intention, i.e. “there is no love without justice.” Joy James explores revolutionary love as a form of socio-economic death, a sacrifice through rooted principles.
I am grateful for the education I have received, like 15 years of high ed., but it was always hella clear to me that the hoops and hurdles I had to jump through to get that education were deeply tied to inequity. I seek ways to upend. I am also powerfully motivated by a desire for connection. This idea of a love tied to revolutionary praxis calls to me always.
Here are some quotes from the book:













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