It is tempting to see all this as a one-time, isolated occurrence - an individual mistake - but it is not. This type of social media-related opportunism has many manifestations and is very much rooted in Muslim celebrity culture and trauma tourism inspired by Orientalist attitudes.
While analyzing the vitriol directed at Omar, a hijab-wearing Somali refugee, it’s tempting to single out either her blackness or her Muslim identity as the cause, but the two are inseparable.
Although a hijab is a transgression within the United States, it is not the correct type of transgression to be read as queer.
There's an obsession with defiance in Black life and an expectation that all art must be regulated into it — but, not everything is an act of rebellion. Solange's When I Get Home is not a battle cry nor is it about the voyeurs. This is Solange inviting us inside to bear witness; it is her love letter to home.
Black People Shouldn’t Expect the Government to Regulate Tech They’re Actively Using For Surveillance
We are in a world where we’re living out science fiction fantasies of the past. Like Octavia Butler’s 1993 Parable of the Talents predicting President Trump’s Make America Great Again slogan, our biggest tech fears are being realized in real time.
Black Muslims have existed in the U.S. for centuries and folded themselves into every aspect of resistance within it. If you’re interested in learning more about these identities and experiences, I’ve put together the essential Black Muslim reading list.
What does it mean, though, when you have always been regarded as less than human? When the boundaries of humanity have been drawn outside of you, robbing you of your connection to the earth, there is often nothing left to turn to but smokeless flame.
Bandersnatch reveals the trend of creating white dystopias from Black realities.
Dunia says she’s got jinns in her fingers. That they came there ’cause she killed people, settled right up beneath her nails and she knows it ’cause she can feel them. “It’s like touching a hot coal, Sumaya,” she says, curled up beneath a blanket while we listen to Khadijah sob and retch somewhere deeper in the woods.
"People say that it’s impossible to invent colors, that what we have is what we have and what we know is what we know. That is not true. We learned. We invented. We pulled color from places it shouldn’t have existed, shades of Black that did more than span a spectrum, that became unique within themselves. And in the spots where growth failed to bloom, we found new ways to articulate what had occurred."