Dialogue on Racial Justice and Liberatory Work
I don’t remember the first time I heard the phrase, “Black Lives Matter”. I remember instead two memories seared into my consciousness that left me feeling like I had to act. The first was in the weeks following the killing of Mike Brown or “Big Mike” as he was affectionately known by his community. I was sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my husband to get home from work and scrolling on…












