Complex: South Park Provoked the Rise of White Supremacists—Here’s How

Lindsey Weedston sees a straight line from Cartman to Richard Spencer. via South Park Provoked the Rise of White Supremacists—Here's How — Complex


Has Trump’s Presidency Been a Blessing in Disguise?

The presidency of Donald Trump has been a smashing success. Don’t let anyone tell you any differently, don’t pay attention to the approval ratings, and don’t bother following the news; it’s all fake anyway. Donald Trump is unifying America. Last Friday night, Donald Trump made an appearance at a rally in Alabama. At the rally, … Continue reading Has Trump’s Presidency Been a Blessing in Disguise?

Be(com)ing Disabled

Around this time last year, I wrote this piece about disability and its psychological effects. It’s one of my favorite pieces. I got a comment on it a few days ago, so I think it makes sense to share it, once again.

Written Between The Lines

Last week, I wrote about diving; about the value in persevering, inspired by the Olympic performances of Shaunae Miller (2016), and Derek Redmond (1992).

Since then, the Rio Olympics have come to a close, and I’ve gone back to college.

So, instead of writing this from an attic in my Bahamian home, I’m writing this from my dorm room; it’s the first time I’ve written on this website away from home.  While the location has changed, it’s still past midnight as I write this (it likely won’t be when you’re reading this), and loud music is pumping through my headphones.

Several days ago, I came across this New York Times article, entitled “Becoming Disabled.” I let it catch dust in an Opera tab, knowing that I wanted to write about it – as someone with a visual disability – but actually didn’t get around to reading it until…

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The Mirror of Hate

A Light Circle

“What are you?”

I get asked this question all the time, wherever I go. “What are you?” I grew so tired of hearing it that I once answered on a whim: “Guess.” The man who had asked me proceeded to list off all the Asian nationalities he knew of: “Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Indonesian, Indian, Mongolian…” It was around the tenth guess, that I nodded. Oddly, he was not satisfied with my answer. To be honest, neither was I. He looked at me incredulously and walked away. I could understand his disappointment, perhaps he was hoping to achieve some sort of confirmation for his painstakingly-built system of racial order. At the very least, he made a good effort to pin me down.

In all honesty, I don’t really know what I am. On paper, I am a two-time immigrant, my husband is also an immigrant and my children are even…

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How To Work For Your Favourite Rapper

In life, we make a lot of plans and have a lot of aspirations. We set goals for ourselves in order to become successful people and live good lives. And while that is good to do, life doesn’t go as planned 97 percent of the time (don’t quote me, the percentage may be higher). Just ask Negele Hospedales, Chance the Rapper’s intern. Nobody said life not going according to plan was always a bad thing. Read his full story below.

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Is it really possible to land your DREAM job, only a handful of months out of college? Apparently so. But I bet you’ve never had afirst day like this before…


Here is how to work for your favourite rapper:

The first day of work is never easy. You hope that your new peers will like you; you hope your new boss will be impressed. Well, today is your first day at your new job… except your job is a cross-country rap-tour, your peers are world-class musicians and your boss, who invited you on said tour, has won a triplet of Grammy awards. He’s 24, and he’s your favorite rapper.

As a 22-year-old yourself, freshly graduated, you harbor the powers of the internet and somehow secure the dream job from your thrifty confines in Sydney, Australia – a temporary shelter from the true responsibilities of the motherland – Canada. Life can…

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Dear HBO: About that Alt-Reality “Confederate” Show.

There is danger in imagining distorted realities, particularly concerning important discussions like the outcomes of slavery and its accompany ‘isms. Even for entertainment purposes. But maybe the purpose of this show lies deeper. Satire can be a powerful tool. Only time will tell. There is certainly an opportunity for interesting dialogue here.


Ok. HBO has created tremendous buzz about a show that has everybody talking, even me. It’s a show called “Confederate,” the South won, time moved on, slavery and abolitionist sentiments and battles over freedom evolved through our own day.

To put it in Entertainment Weekly’s words:

But wait, isn’t that already the reality we essentially live in micro form now?

Not knocking you HBO, seriously, it reminds me of the mockumentary “CSA: Confederate States of America” in which the most salient feature were television advertisements for enslaved Black people and “Cops” reimagined as a show about slave catching. It’s interesting that a show is being produced in the twilight of “Underground,” a show that gave Obama era passion and swag to the abolitionist movement…of course, not your show not your channel, not your problem. And yet, a whole new generation of people were tuned in to learn about slavery and…

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Silhouette of a refugee woman: a conversation with Meryem

The impact of the many ‘isms of life cannot be understated. Here is a powerful story, told through the eyes of a Syrian refugee.

The need to belong

Şanlıurfa (Urfa) is an ancient city in Turkey’s south-east. Often referred to as ‘the city of prophets’, its historic ties and proximity to Syria mean that the city’s population has risen to two million in recent years, nearly a quarter of whom are refugees fleeing conflict from across the border. This is one of their stories.

The alleyways of Urfa are narrow, laid with cobblestones and bathed in a yellow sunshine, flanked on either side by almost identical doors of rusting iron. I approach a door which is black, heavy and coarse. After a short wait, a woman, dressed entirely in black, opens the door. Her eyes are sharp, and she stands tall: distant yet gracious…

Her name is Meryem. She is a 38-year-old Syrian woman, with a striking beauty and fearless eyes that bore into my own. Meryem has two sons, one aged 18 and the other just 16…

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