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Women's soccer *is* That Bitch

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Don't sleep on this "attractive nice lady"

She’s gearing up for a fight in South Carolina ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

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Human Rights on the Ballot

Plus: Mara Brock Akil on '90s Essence ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

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Drop the Beer Goggles

Graham Platner is a cautionary tale ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

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Nikole Hannah-Jones on Reparations and Hope

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25 Moments We Glimpsed the Promise of America

It’s easy to view the celebration of America’s 250th birthday with cynicism, given the current way our old girl is behaving. But we don’t want to give in to that. Instead, we’re celebrating moments when the American experiment worked—when people (often women) pushed, pulled, persuaded and otherwise laid the stepping stones for a better and more inclusive future. The list isn’t comprehensive; it’s random in what we hope is the best possible way.

When Women Kept the Revolution Going (1776-1796)

Women were an unsung part of the Revolutionary War, from participating in the homespun movement to becoming “camp followers” who kept soldiers in food, clothes, and supplies. But the women of the Catawba Nation did something extraordinary: They supported the Patriots with food and goodwill, and they helped preserve their own culture in the face of encroaching European settlers (on the land of what is now South Carolina). Shortly after the war, Sarii (also known as Sally New River) secured more than 500 acres of her people’s land to ensure the survival of the Catawba people.

When Women Gathered for Abolition (1837)

At the 1833 convention establishing the American Anti-Slavery Society, abolitionist William Lloyd Garrison recognized the work of smaller anti-slavery women’s groups and urged them to form “female auxiliaries.” They did more than that. In 1837 in New York, 71 women delegates gathered for the “unprecedented” Anti-Slavery Convention of American Women. During the convention, abolitionist Angelina Grimké wrote a resolution that said it was “the duty of woman, and the province of woman… to do all that she can by her voice, and her pen, and her purse, and the influence of her example, to overthrow the horrible system of American slavery.”

When the “Dangerous Experiment” of Women’s Education Began (1830s-1890s)

Mt. Holyoke College, South Hadley, Mass., between 1890 and 1901. (Photo by Heritage Art/Heritage Images via Getty Images)

For years, women had been barred from higher education in the newly formed U.S. But in the mid-19th century, pioneers like Mary Lyon founded “female seminaries” like Mount Holyoke and Wheaton Female Seminary (now Wheaton College). More women’s colleges followed, eventually forming the Seven Sisters. In 1881, Spelman, a college for Black women born in a church basement in Atlanta, opened its doors. At the time, naysayers deemed higher education for women a “dangerous experiment,” claiming that serious study might cause women to “lose their innocence and virtue.” Meanwhile, women with college degrees became lawyers and doctors and scientists and scholars, forever broadening the scope of what was possible for American women. 

When Eunice Foote Figured Out Global Warming (1856)

In 1856, as the Industrial Revolution swept across the U.S., an amateur scientist and women’s rights campaigner from upstate New York conducted groundbreaking research showing that carbon dioxide could trap heat in the Earth’s atmosphere. Eunice Newton Foote’s results were published in the American Journal of Science and Arts, but she was barred from reading her paper aloud, and credit for “discovering” the process of global warming would go to Irish scientist John Tyndall three years later. Today, we understand Foote (who’d studied science thanks to educators who believed in equal rights) as “the mother of climate science.”

When Black Freedom Showed Us America’s Potential (1865 - 1877)

The overarching white public view prior to Reconstruction was that Black people didn’t have the capacity or the intelligence to engage in public life. But after the Civil Rights Act of 1866, Black people proceeded to take their citizenship and do every single last thing white people said they couldn’t do or be. An estimated 2000 held public office, shaping state and federal policies; others built schools, established church congregations, and cultivated strong, healthy communities. The backlash, in the form of Jim Crow, was swift and fierce and would last for nearly 100 years—but the period of Reconstruction showed what America could do and be as a country. 

When the “Suffrage State” Earned Its Name (1869)

A colorized engraving of women at the polls in Cheyenne, Wyoming. (Photo by Stock Montage/Getty Images)

Decades before the 19th Amendment would pass in 1919, the then-territory of Wyoming (which was looking to attract more women) granted women full voting rights, along with the ability to hold office, sit on a jury, and have property rights separate from their husbands. When Wyoming began the process of becoming a state decades later, the U.S. Congress threatened to withhold statehood if women continued to have the vote. The Wyoming legislature sent a telegram saying it would rather not become a state at all than rescind the voting rights of women. Wyoming joined the U.S. formally in 1890 with women’s voting rights intact. 

When the “Working Girls” Rose Up (1909)

“I am a working girl, one of those who are on strike against intolerable conditions,” 19-year-old garment worker Clara Lemlich declared in Yiddish at a labor meeting in November 1909. “I offer a resolution that a general strike be declared now.” In the days following, tens of thousands of garment workers, most of them young immigrant women, walked off the job to demand safer working conditions. The strike wasn’t wholly successful—the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory resisted reforms, with infamous and tragic results—but Lemlich’s “uprising of 20,000” proved to sexist labor unions that women could lead massive, effective strikes.

When a Black Chemist Changed Medicine (1915)

Dr. Alice Ball (L) and two of her classmates at the University of Hawai'i. (via the University of Hawai'i)

Before antibiotics were invented, leprosy was a scourge that ruined lives—and the only known treatment, oil from the chaulmoogra tree, made patients nauseous when swallowed and was too thick to be injected. Enter the Ball Method, named after Alice Ball, a 23-year-old Black chemist at the College of Hawai’i who figured out how to modify chaulmoogra oil to be water-soluble. The treatment killed bacteria and freed people from leper colonies; as for Ball, two men at her university took credit for her work after she died suddenly, but decades later, other Black chemists like Sibrina Collins made sure Ball got her due.

When Two Women Became Governors (1924)

Fresh off the 19th Amendment, the 1924 election led to both the first and second women governors in America: Nellie Tayloe Ross of Wyoming and Miriam “Ma” Ferguson of Texas. Both were succeeding their husbands, and Ferguson had even been against women’s suffrage in the past—but their elections made it clear that women’s political power was starting to grow.

When Federally Funded Childcare Was Real (1943 - 1946)

If you’ve ever wondered who took care of Rosie the Riveter’s kids, the answer is the government: From 1943 to 1946, the Lanham Act funded federally subsidized childcare for more than half a million children. First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt, a major supporter of the program, described the centers as “a need which was constantly with us, but one that we had neglected to face in the past.” We’re still neglecting that need, but at least we have proof that universal childcare can work.

When We Had a League of Our Own (1943 - 1954)

A scrimmage game during training camp for the AAGPBL (Photo by Department of Commerce Collection/PhotoQuest/Getty Images)

You’ve seen the movie; you’ve quoted the lines, but the real All-American Girls Professional Baseball League was one of the first true tests of how successful women’s leagues could be. Even after World War II ended, the league continued and brought almost one million people into ballparks to watch women play ball until its closure in 1954. Over those twelve seasons, 600 women from the U.S., Cuba, and Canada played across 10 teams, paving the way for millions of sportswomen to come. 

When Gender-Affirming Care Came Stateside (1966)

In November 1966, Johns Hopkins University, led by Dr. Milton Edgerton, opened the U.S.’s first clinic aimed at addressing the needs of the transgender community by offering the gender-affirming surgeries that were at the time more common in Europe. Before opening the clinic, doctors at Johns Hopkins performed the first known “sexual reassignment” surgery on U.S. soil in February of 1965. 

When Trash Changed Everything (1969)

Young Lords Party co-founder Felipe Luciano sweeps trash on a sidewalk in El Barrio during the 1969 garbage offensive. (Photo by Bev Grant/Getty Images)

Sometimes grassroots movements don’t involve anything as lovely as grass. When the city of New York refused to grant the residents of East Harlem a consistent garbage pick-up schedule, leaving them to endure sweltering summer heat surrounded by waste, the Young Lords took matters into their own hands. For a month, Young Lords would sweep their neighborhood sidewalks, collect the trash, and deposit it in the middle of busy streets used by suburban commuters to block traffic. This went on for 38 days, but in the end, the Department of Sanitation was forced to make changes, some of which are still in effect today, like alternate-side street sweeping.

When Survivors Held the First Rape Conference (1971)

Before Second Wave feminism, rape was a personal, private misfortune. That changed with consciousness-raising sessions held in living rooms across the country, and later at the first rape speakout in 1971, hosted by New York Radical Women, at which survivors began speaking openly about being raped—not just by violent strangers but also by friends, neighbors, colleagues. A few months after the speakout, NYRW held the nation’s first conference on rape, which established the modern paradigm of sexual assault as a social and political problem, not an individual tragedy, and a male expression of control over women—laying the groundwork for every anti-rape movement since.

When Abortion Access Had a “Honeymoon Period” (1973 - 1976)

The three years after the Supreme Court granted the constitutional right to abortion in 1973, before access was restricted by the Hyde Amendment in 1976, were a kind of honeymoon period for abortion history. Just a year after Roe, there were already more than two thousand facilities performing safe, legal abortions in the United States. Access still lagged among poor and rural women, as well as teenagers, but those early years were “a very proud, happy time,” Dr. Suzanne T. Poppema, one of the first legal abortion providers, recalled in 2015.

When Laws Finally Started to Catch Up With Our Lives (1970s)

If you need a reminder that change is possible and not always glacial, consider the 1970s. Buoyed by rising feminism globally and the victories of the civil rights movement domestically, women pushed for and won protections against educational inequality, pregnancy discrimination, housing discrimination, sexual harassment, and other obstacles that had been so ingrained as to be invisible. And in 1977, 20,000 women convened at the National Women’s Conference in Houston, drawing a bold plan of action for future work. “Women are human,” said Rep. Barbara Jordan in her keynote speech. “When our rights are limited or violated, a domestic human rights effort is required.” 

When Disability Activists Took on Nixon (1973)

After President Nixon vetoed the Rehabilitation Act of 1972, which would have helped to improve the lives of disabled people suffering from kidney ailments, as well as provided medical centers for deaf and blind people, activist Judith Heumann had questions. Specifically: “Where is Nixon’s headquarters?” In response to Nixon’s veto, Heumann and the group Disabled in Action (DIA) organized a demonstration in New York City with about 50 other disability activists, mostly in wheelchairs, who shut down the streets that surrounded Nixon’s re-election campaign headquarters in New York on Madison Avenue. Ultimately, Nixon went on to sign the Rehabilitation Act of 1973, which became the first federal legislation to protect the rights of disabled people—and Heumann went on to lead the fight for the breakthrough Americans with Disabilities Act two decades later.

When the Cherokee Nation Elected a Woman (1987)

Native American women had historically helped lead their communities, but the “trickle-down patriarchy” brought by settlers had changed that. Then, in the 1970s, the Cherokee Nation voted to allow chiefs to be elected popularly, rather than be appointed by the US president, and in 1987, Wilma Mankiller became the first woman chief elected to lead the Cherokee (and in fact, any Native tribe in modern times). She expanded health care and child services to Native communities and emphasized, always, “that we have indigenous solutions to our problems.” 

When All We Do is Win (1991)

They say winning isn’t everything—it’s the only thing. In 1991, after 61 years of men’s tournaments, FIFA put together the first Women’s World Cup in Guangzhou, China. April Heinrichs led the U.S. women to victory against the Netherlands. This win would be instrumental in growing the professional women’s game in America…and helping lay the groundwork for women’s pro sports overall. 

When the Cajuns Came Sailing In (2005)

The greatest tragedies often reveal the strongest spirits. When Hurricane Katrina ravaged Louisiana, and residents were largely abandoned by FEMA, their fellow citizens stepped in to form the Cajun Navy, a volunteer search and rescue team comprised of fishermen and boat owners who answered the call. It’s estimated that the Cajun Navy saved the lives of at least 10,000 hurricane victims.

When the First Family Was Cool (2008- 2016)

The First Family's 2009 portrait. (Photo by Annie Leibovitz/White House via Getty Images)

It wasn’t just that the Obamas were the first Black presidential family in the White House; it was that they brought a whole entire vibe with them. Their presence at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, D.C. was, among many other things, about four exemplary humans who truly wanted the best for each other, and for all Americans. And their best meant celebrating and championing Black artistry in a way that made Blackness feel synonymous with being American. Always humble, completely focused, the Obamas showed Americans that public service can be joyous, and that democracy is for everyone.

When We All Said #metoo (2017)

It started in October 2017, with a pair of explosive exposés about Harvey Weinstein’s decades-long pattern of sexual abuse, and blossomed into a full-blown movement that built on the work of me.too founder Tarana Burke from years earlier to raise awareness about the ubiquity of sexual assault. That fall—before the backlash, before the comebacks—was a watershed moment that not only led to important legislative victories, but attacked a culture of silence surrounding sexual abuse and harassment. 

When They Put the Super in Super Bowl (2025, 2026)

Kendrick Lamar onstage during Super Bowl LIX. (Photo by Gregory Shamus/Getty Images)

We’re all still recovering (in a good way) from how hard the critique of American exploitation and imperialism slapped in Kendrick Lamar’s and Bad Bunny’s halftime Super Bowl performances in 2025 and 2026, respectively. Lamar came with “the Big Game” as a symbol of America’s systemic inequality, and Bad Bunny gave us a diasporic message that doubled down on the meaning of hemispheric unity. The way they both took a stage that is so hyper-capitalist, ostensibly the very essence of “Americana,” and, along with the visionary talents of choreographer Charm La’Donna, turned it into a platform for nuanced, radical freedom of expression is a blueprint we want for America.  

When We Kept a Promise (June 2026)

ACLU National Legal Director Cecillia Wang (L) and ACLU Executive Director Anthony Romero (R) walk together outside the U.S. Supreme Court. (Photo by Heather Diehl/Getty Images)

After the Trump administration tried to undermine the 14th Amendment granting birthright citizenship to all children born on U.S. soil regardless of their parents’ status, ACLU lawyer Cecillia Wang rose to the challenge of defending birthright citizenship before the Supreme Court. Wang, herself a birthright citizen, argued the case of Trump v. Barbara  and won in a 6-3 ruling. The Court stated that the 14th Amendment offered the “right to have rights” to any “free-born person on this land,” and concluded, “We keep that promise today.” 

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The Power of "I deserve this"

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Is your landlord a robot?

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The Perfect Juneteenth Party

Six Black women describe what freedom feels like

By Rebecca Carroll

Juneteenth belongs to Blackness. Whatever we might know about it as a newly declared national holiday, commemorating the date when enslaved people were free to become citizens and keep their families intact, it is the Blackness of this day in history that reverberates most. And at its core, Blackness will always be about imagining life and joy into existence. 

We asked a handful of Black women we admire to describe what a perfect Juneteenth celebration would look like.   

Brandee Younger's two grandmothers with friends. Courtesy of Brandee Younger

My ideal Juneteenth is…

“Fully experiencing pure joy”

My beautiful grandmother, Caressa, was part of the Great Migration. She moved up north around 1924, and built a life for herself on Long Island. After church on Sundays, she’d drive into Harlem just to people-watch. She loved the sharp outfits, the fancy cars, the laughs and greetings exchanged on crowded sidewalks— a “Good day!” here,  an "Alright now!" there.

My perfect Juneteenth would bring her, my great-aunt Carrie-Bell, my sister, and generations of maternal ancestors to New Orleans. We’d spend the day on the porch of a grand old Esplanade Avenue home in rocking chairs, nestled among lush plants, iced tea in hand, watching the world go by just as my grandmother once did in Harlem.

The streets would be alive with music, color, laughter and possibility. We’d watch people in what I like to call their “gadabout season”—talking, eating, dancing, joyful in every step. At some point, Aunt Carrie-Bell would remind us to “keep the doors open,” and we’d do just that: remain open to one another, open to joy, open to possibility. A reminder, or perhaps a demand, to move through the world with a softness and freedom.

Finally, generations of Black women with nothing to carry.  That’s my ideal Juneteenth.

—Brandee Younger, harpist, composer and educator

 

The Black Tea party burlap sack from a 2020 Juneteenth celebration in Oakland. (Courtesy of Natalie Baszile)

My ideal Juneteenth is…

An atmosphere pulsing with hope and possibility

The year before Juneteenth became a national holiday, I celebrated June 19th in Oakland, California, where I moved from San Francisco in 2020. My husband, an attorney for more than 25 years at that point, was getting restless. He took the same bus to and from work every day, ate at the same lunch spots, saw the same people. “I want to do something different,” he said. “I need to switch things up.” At the same time, we’d both noticed how much San Francisco had changed. Too many tech bros. Too much traffic. So many creative people had been priced out of the city. But worst of all, San Francisco’s Black population had dwindled to less than five percent. The place felt sterile and homogenous, void of culture and flavor.

For years, we’d heard folks rave about Oakland. “Oakland is cool,” they’d say. “Oakland is creative.” Our last child had gone off to college and we were empty nesters, suddenly free to move wherever we chose. So when my husband pitched the idea of moving across the bridge, I agreed.

Oakland pulled out all the stops when Juneteenth became a federal holiday in 2021. Thousands of people came out to celebrate, gathering around Lake Merritt, the Oakland’s version of Central Park, to picnic and barbecue in the grass. From the tents set up along the sidewalk, merchants peddled Louisiana hot links and vegan soul food, roasted coffee, handmade jewelry and bolts of African mud cloth. 

People roller-skated and line-danced. A Black equestrian club paraded their horses down the middle of the street. The air was spiced with incense and weed. The atmosphere pulsed with hope and possibility. The vibe was relaxed and easy. The mood, one of unbridled joy, Black pride, love and community.

Everyone was your cousin. Everyone was family. I don’t have to imagine my perfect Juneteenth because that day, I experienced it.

—Natalie Baszile, Author of Queen Sugar, and Friends and Family

 

Kemi Ilesanmi (center) with her sister (left) and mother (right) in front of the Harriet Tubman mural in Cambridge, Maryland. (Courtesy of Kemi Ilesanmi)

My ideal Juneteenth is…

Drinking red Kool-Aid on sacred ground

I imagine my perfect Juneteenth celebration taking place in eastern Maryland, my home state. I’m in Dorchester County to be exact, Harriet Tubman’s place of birth and where she first imagined freedom—stubbornly, prophetically, and communally. This is sacred ground. On the side of the Harriet Tubman Museum and Educational Center in Cambridge, Maryland, there is a beautiful and periodically-viral mural that depicts Ms. Harriet with her hand outstretched to catch us, hold us, and guide us across time and tribulations. I can see a joyous group of Black people gathered there to honor her vision for us all to be free and whole. We are dancing, singing, laughing, and playing as we drink red Kool-Aid on sacred ground. Because trouble don’t last always. Ashe.

—Kemi Ilesanmi, diaspora arts builder

 

My ideal Juneteenth is…

A day filled with flowers, rich history, and loved ones

My ideal Juneteenth celebration is centered on food and fellowship. I’m welcoming friends and family, and we’ve chosen a theme for the day (because no Black family gathering is complete without a theme!) We’d select a vibrant color that would reflect both pride and celebration. Our favorite songs are playing all day, and I’ve decorated the house with fresh flowers inspired by the incredible flower wagons that were once part of historic Juneteenth parades. 

I love to cook, so I’d have fun prepping the recipes passed down through generations: the meat for barbecue and fried fish, then getting to work carefully washing fresh collards, frying cabbage, and peeling potatoes for my homemade potato salad, and prepping my secret recipe candied yams. I’d make my whipped cream pound cake and peach pie, praying that the texture and consistency of both are just right, fretting over perfection just like my mother and grandmothers once did. During the celebration, our meal would be loud and boisterous; food, laughter, music, and conversations would become imprinted on the hearts of my guests because food fuels connection and memory.

For me, the perfect Juneteenth is a celebration of heritage, resilience, and the bonds that unite generations. Juneteenth always makes me grateful and leaves me feeling deeply connected to the legacy we carry forward.

—Dr. Blair E. Kelley, scholar and author of Black Freedom: A Visual History of Juneteenth and Emancipation Days 

 

My ideal Juneteenth is…

A party in the park where “we just keep dancing”

The most perfect Juneteenth happens in Fort Greene Park. House music pumps through the speakers as a sea of bodies sway in sync. Just as the day becomes almost too hot, the sky opens up and rain pours down. It smells of wet pavement, sweat, and incense. Nobody runs. We just keep dancing. The music continues, the crowd cheers. And then the sun comes out again. There is nothing more powerful than a collective intention, and when the intention is joy and pride and celebration and veneration, nothing can go wrong. 

—Satchel Lee, photographer and filmmaker

 

My ideal Juneteenth is…

Getting a signal that family is freedom

I know little to nothing about my Black birthfather beyond what the white people who cast him out of my life told me. None of it was good, and most of it was racist. He died before I could fully see him separate from the way whiteness had described him to me, but I think about him all the time. I have just two pictures of him, both from when he was in his late twenties. I did meet him, finally, at an Au Bon Pain in Cambridge, Massachusetts, 23 years after those photos were taken. He looked nothing like the man in the pictures. Time, loneliness, being unhoused, out of steady work, health issues, and just being a Black man in America had all visibly aged him. 

Rebecca Carroll's birthfather in Boston, Massachusetts, circa 1969. (Courtesy of Rebecca Carroll)

I saw him two more times after that, before moving to New York to start my life and career. Memorably, the second of the two, and the last time I saw him alive, we met at a restaurant in Cambridge that played jazz and afro-funk music at night. This time my then-boyfriend came with me. It was around Christmastime, and my birthfather had come with gifts he almost certainly could not have afforded. But the sheer joy in his face as he gave them to us was like a beacon in the dark crowd. 

And I realized that his generosity made him feel free. Free from the way he had been mischaracterized by whiteness. Free from the shame of being banished from his infant daughter’s life without comment or question. Free from the constant, dull ache he described from growing up in foster care and government housing, without any family at all. Now he had family. And family was freedom.     

In the program from my birthfather’s memorial service, it was written that “he cherished the memory of a daughter.” My most perfect Juneteenth celebration would be to get some sort of signal, on June 19th, that his memory of me is wrapped in the freedom he felt when he bestowed those Christmas gifts, and knew that he had finally found family. 

—Rebecca Carroll, editor-at-large, The Meteor

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Three Questions About...Animal Sex

Perrin Roosevelt Ireland’s new book about nature’s “horndogs” is a wild and feminist ride.

By Dr. Ayana Elizabeth Johnson

Did you know that climate change is causing the albatross divorce rate to spike? Or that lionesses have sex 100 times when in heat? Perrin Roosevelt Ireland’s new illustrated book, Poking the Squid: What We Can Learn From Animal Sex, will teach you everything you had no idea you didn’t know about how non-humans do it. Ireland is an artist and environmentalist whose book is an utterly delightful journey through the animal kingdom, brought to life with her effusive watercolor drawings. We asked Ireland about animals’ pleasure, sexual orientation, and gender behavior—and how these things intertwine with feminist and queer theory. (They do!)

One of the things I most appreciate about this book is how scientifically rigorous it is. You interviewed more than 50 scientists, and read hundreds of peer-reviewed papers. What’s the wildest thing you learned while researching? 

We could do more rigorous reassessing of evolutionary theories, specifically sexual selection theory. For example, Kaya Tombak, an evolutionary biologist, said to me that we've never actually studied whether egg cells are more energetically intensive to make in the body than sperm cells. 

We assume the animal that makes eggs is more invested in the fate of the offspring, wants to have sex less frequently, and is going to energetically protect her body. Victorians were the ones generating the initial theory that, like Darwin, sets up these gender roles that we repeat and replicate and project onto animals: female animals that are coy, less interested in sex, and want to take care of babies. And you have males that want to wander the globe and shoot their shot because sperm's easy to make. This set of assumptions comes up over and over again in the way we talk about animals. So I started asking each of the researchers whether [those assumptions] had been assessed in [the species they study]. And often they would say, "No, and I don't even know how you would design that experiment."

Monkey throuple anyone? (Courtesy of Perrin Roosevelt Ireland)

One theme of the book is that earlier researchers were also blinded by their own heteronormativity. Then, over time, we’ve learned that actually there is incredible sexual diversity across the animal kingdom. So what can humans learn from animal sex? More specifically, what can we learn from animals about how to have better sex? 

I think we can learn that sexual diversity is biodiversity, that “all God's critters got a place in the choir.” Animals don't kill each other when they change sex countless times across a lifetime [as some fish and amphibians do]. They don't harm each other or remove each other from communities if they're carrying a multiplicity of sexes in one body [as banana slugs and earthworms do]. They are partaking of pleasure without judgment. And they are sexual geniuses. Life has come up with astoundingly inspiring ways to keep making more of itself.

And I love the “better” question because better for who? What works for me, what is better for me, might not be for another animal, given what they need in their evolutionary history and for their species to thrive. Like, dolphins can teach us better oral sex because they are echolocating on each other's genitalia. And dolphins can access frequencies far beyond the scope of human hearing. So we can't even imagine how pleasurable that might be. And then you pair that with more recent developments of understanding how innervated and complex the dolphin clitoris is and how large it is, and that's quite a compelling combination.

My first exposure to your work was being charmed by your deadpan Instagram videos where you hula hoop while explaining the sexual behaviors of various species. But before that, you worked at the Natural Resource Defense Council for a decade, and the majority of what you post on social media is about habitat conservation. Help us connect these dots between animal sexual diversity and conservation. 

It's pretty hard to be an animal lover during a sixth mass extinction. Part of why I talk a lot about animals to people is to not be alone with that. It's so excruciating to me every day. And I can't talk about my joy in finding out how much sex a lioness has when she’s in heat, which is so fun, without talking about habitat loss and climate change. We are currently making impossible the kinkery we celebrate in this book. I can't talk about albatross monogamy without talking about how much plastic they're living in. I can't talk about a 50-pound elephant dick without talking about how the savanna's gone. I can't talk about seal lesbian relationships without talking about how fur seals got listed as endangered after this book went to the printer.

The environmental movement's communication for my whole lifetime has been about loss, about despair, about stemming tides of harm, and not as much focused on the beautiful world we want. How do I invite people in, in a planetary crisis, to this sense of resilience and ability to act from a place of love? I just want to provide people an opportunity to get a giggle and then take an action on behalf of the horndogs that they most admire in the book.

 


Dr. Ayana Elizabeth Johnson is a marine biologist, teacher, and author of What If We Get It Right?: Visions of Climate Futures.

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