When a human being feels compelled to lash out against another human being for something as arbitrary as skin color, it is a plain signal of their suffering. Imagine going through life in a state of ongoing intimidation. Imagine an endless series of threats coming from all directions at once. The fundamental lie of separate “races” of human beings, compounded with the lie that one of these non-existent “races” is superior to the other non-existent “races” logically results in such a nightmarish scenario.

As activists, we have a lot of ideas and opinions about the way things ought to be. We philosophize, we debate, we build our arguments and we start to believe we are right. Once we’ve done that, we think we can take our ideas out into the world and light the place up with the truth of our opinions. But opinions are not facts. They are just extensions of our egos.

My name is Jessica. I’m a stay at home mother of two beautiful boys, ages 5 and 2, soon to be 6 and 3. My husband, Clint, and I, have had a very bumpy road since we became parents. Aden, our 5 year old, was born two months early and wasn’t expected to make it, [...]

Have you ever seen someone clinging to life That reminded you that you were alive?

Dan was always honest about his illness. He was always honest about everything. He would confess the most intimate things to people, sometimes too open too quickly. I think ultimately it was because he wanted most of all to be loved and accepted and he didn’t feel that in his life, so he opened himself up at the first indication that someone would care enough to listen. We balanced each other nicely that way as I am a natural empath and I could take on his pain sometimes, even when I was depressed myself.

“During the presentation at our school, when you were discussing about your childhoods, I realized that I have a mix of both of your experiences. I’ve been asked to and have done things I’m not proud of. Before you came, I was thinking about going back to my old ways. But you both showed me I can accomplish great things. Thank you for planting this positive seed. I hope in time I can accomplish great triumphs as you have accomplished. Maybe our paths will cross yet again.”

My life of hate began as a boy. From incidents of child abuse to life on the streets. The east side of Vancouver was a breeding ground for violence and hate. Hate which was carried for years to come. Leaving the street life while employed by organized crime led to a darker path. In the [...]

(English · español · français · português) Chi è stato Devonte Rosero prima che la magia trasformasse la sua vita? (Com’era la sua vita alla scuola, in famiglia e così via?)

Secondo i miei, fin da piccolo ho sempre dimostrato interesse per le arti ( il giocoliere, il magico ed il canto) più di quanto lo dimostravo negli studi. Mi ricordo di aver incontrato tante difficoltà per interagire con gli amici alla scuola. Poi quando ho cominciato la scuola media, ho avuto l’influenza degli amici diventando una persona aggressiva e addirittura ho cominciato a frequentare una “gang”.

I will never know what it is to be looked at as if I’m a criminal because of the color of my skin. Certainly, no one will ever expect me to snatch her purse. I will never be shot while walking home from a store because I was wearing my hoodie or because I looked ‘suspicious.’ And if I hid on a porch, I might be shooed off, but in all probability would not be shot and killed because of it. Why? Because I am white? Because I am a woman?