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Anti-Racism Resource for Diasporic Communities

As an uprising against anti-Blackness and anti-Black police murders is happening in the US, diasporic Asian communities have been mobilised to act in solidarity and take responsibility for the ways that we/they are complicit in anti-Black racism and violence. Resources lists for educating ourselves, our families, friends and communities on anti-Black racism have been sharedContinue reading “Anti-Racism Resource for Diasporic Communities”

Constitutional imaginings

Fine muka, wovenby grandmothers’ gnarled hands.Written in a thousand dialectsin a voice we all understand.Punctuated by tūī trills,reverberating whale song.Adorned with treasurefrom children’s trouser pockets.Let it flowwith contours of land,soar high as imagination.Large enough toshelter all,small enough to carry closeto our hearts.Let it rememberWe areof the Earth,Affirmintimate connections,Remind usto love one another,again. By Arama RataContinue reading “Constitutional imaginings”

It is not enough to have the right ideas

“And in the cocoon, magic things can happen”[Illustration by MZ of caterpillar turning into butterfly] It is not enough to have the right ideas. Don’t get me wrong. An idea can be a light in the wild. A beacon in dark and stagnant times. But what we so achingly need, is not just the lightbulb,Continue reading “It is not enough to have the right ideas”

on mice not men

By Aku (july 13th:) on mice not men         colonization never ends  :                 MY BODY HAS BEEN CONSUMED  *breathe* My soul is good. My soul is safe. My hand is part of my Body. My hand belongs to my Body. I deeply belong to myself.  *breathe* MEN FRIGHTEN ME      Continue reading “on mice not men”


By Rex Letoa-Paget walk down the only / part of newtown / that hasn’t been gentrified / yet / boarded up / worship halls / line the street / rickety houses / that look like loose teeth / in the / rotten mouth of / white supremacy / graffitied concrete streets / decorated with stainedContinue reading “GIVE ME HOPE, JACINDA”