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Linnea Ashley on July 19th, 2013

This post isn’t angry. It isn’t poetic.   This post is meant to motivate – or at least begin the process of motivation because grief, though necessary, isn’t productive if you never move beyond it. My rage-less sadness that emerged in the face of the Zimmerman verdict does nothing to make circumstances better for anyone. […]

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Linnea Ashley on July 15th, 2013

I have no rage.It is not spent for the day. I was not overzealous at Sunday’s rally in honor of Travon Martin that began in Oscar Grant Plaza. I am not rationing it for its possible need in the coming days and weeks as we – however you define we, as nation or skin color […]

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Linnea Ashley on June 22nd, 2013

there is a derisive delight in the unfolding drama that is paula deen’s reclaimed invitation at the foodies’ ongoing dinner party. her southern accent and liberal use of butter AND bacon grease are being packaged into facebook memes for all to enjoy…and with the announcement that her contract won’t be renewed, the expectation is that […]

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Linnea Ashley on March 25th, 2012

I don’t believe America has to be perfect before we can reach out to help other nations any more than i believe i must be perfect before i can reach out to help another person. Hinging help on perfection will leave us all lost. Still, the reaction to Trayvon Martin’s murder reminds me of how […]

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Linnea Ashley on March 22nd, 2012

I can’t seem to find the words to make people understand – really understand – that the accepted fear of a man, not in particular clothing but in particular skin, is how we got to a bullet in the chest.Listening to NPR today, a panel began a meandering discussion which at one point had a […]

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Linnea Ashley on September 25th, 2010

Iganga Town, UgandaSeptember 25, 2010They smiled at me through my open window, me splayed out in the bed watching a movie on my laptop. I’d just pulled my earplugs out because I…I guess I heard them coming. Our guard grinned down at me as I waved them all in the direction of the front door.There […]

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Linnea Ashley on September 5th, 2010

September 4, 2010Iganga Town, UgandaI was fuming. My mind working out possible solutions to a work problem. The sun glaring down on me, perspiration filming salty and shiny on my top lip. The ground, uneven and muddy, passed unnoticed beneath my feet. .“Mzungo goodbye,” somehow penetrated the roar in my head and what annoys me […]

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Linnea Ashley on August 21st, 2010

August 21, 2010Iganga Town, UgandaI haven’t mastered this pseudo post-colonial era in africa. In truth, this is my first true interaction with the way things probably were. I have a high fence with broken bottles glittering in the sunlight to deter unwanted visitors. And if that fence fails I have an armed guard circling the […]

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Linnea Ashley on February 1st, 2010

“how old is he?”The he in question was toddling about, intermittently crying for no particular reason and grinning at me from behind his cohort Samuel.“he is two.”“and…?” I pointed at Samuel.“he is 18 months. Breastfed,” my neighbor said pointing at Samuel, “not breast fed,” she declared of the other one.I’m not sure what made me […]

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Linnea Ashley on January 13th, 2010

We were the United Colors of Benetton. Indian, Korea, Malaysian, Black…Christian, Sikh, Heathen…the comfort was in the differences that somehow made us the same. And that was my reality through high school – until I made a conscious decision to go to an HBCU (Historically Black College/University). Other than family, I’d never been in an […]

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