Outside the Circle

Cindy Milstein

Most of Us Are Already Illegal

Rainy, gray-gloomy day. News across Turtle Island of white supremacist attacks and even murder as well as white supremacist infrastructure readying its brutal, annihilationist power. Politicians on all sides, from … Continue reading

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Solidarity, as Weapon and Practice, versus Killer Cops and White Supremacy (Revised Version)

  This piece by Cindy Milstein is a greatly revised version of an earlier post on this blog, written during the height of nightly street demos and freeway shutdowns in … Continue reading

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Talk to Neighbors, Not to Cops

This image, copied on to an 8.5 x 11 piece of paper, now wrinkled and worn, has been tacked up in my collective home’s bathroom for, likely, years now. So … Continue reading

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Circles of Solidarity

It’s hard not to lose faith in human beings right now; it’s difficult not to despair at people’s capacity to (often-suddenly, voraciously) turn on whole categories of humans, intent on … Continue reading

November 29, 2016 · Leave a comment

This Is What Community Self-Defense and Solidarity Looks Like, or Should!

This work-in-progress list is intended as counter to the rising fascism, and hopefully as an anecdote to the spineless liberalism that wants to somehow merely love fascism away. It’s one … Continue reading

November 12, 2016 · 1 Comment

Love Letter

I’m not sure I’ve ever received a better love letter (though I’m happy to be proven wrong in the future!). Nor a more startling one, and one that truly warranted … Continue reading

October 21, 2016 · Leave a comment

Bookended between “Bitter” and “Sweet”

“Bittersweet”: that’s the lone word, more than any other, that has stuck with me throughout the long, winding journey of gathering the pieces for an anthology on grief, loss, and … Continue reading

October 21, 2016 · Leave a comment

Reflection on Home

A lanky, wizened man in faded overalls, his face crisscrossed with lines of years of stories, tapped me on the shoulder at Honeybee Market as I loaded avocados and Topo-Chico … Continue reading

October 19, 2016 · 1 Comment

Whatever Way the Wind Blows

This Sunday morning, a sulfury smell filled my nostrils when I walked outside — a stench hanging heavy over SW Detroit, where I live. Usually, such foul air stays further … Continue reading

October 17, 2016 · Leave a comment