The first grade teacher posts on facebook that she thinks of her students as “future criminals.” We must connect the birth industry to the prison industry. The machine that degrades and denies and eviscerates reproductive justice to the machine that incarcerates. Womb to tomb all over again.
Mama’s Baby, Papa’s Maybe: An American Grammar Book
I am a marked woman, but not everybody knows my name.‘Peaches’ and ‘Brown Sugar,” ‘Sapphire’ and ‘Earth Mother,’‘Aunty,’ ‘Granny,’ ‘God’s Holy Fool,’ a ‘Miss Ebony First,’ or ‘Black Woman at the Podium’: I describe a locus of confounded identities, a meeting ground of investments and privations in the national treasury of rhetorical wealth.My country needs me and if I were not here, I would have to be invented” (Hortense Spillers 203).