If you’re an educator, you might be celebrating Black History Month by assigning Frederick Douglass or Sojourner Truth, maybe Zora Neale Hurston and Langston Hughes. If you’re not confined by district restrictions and reading lists, […]
The Revolution (Relaunch)
A creative resurgence of the official publication of the National Woman Suffrage Association.
‘O, hear my knock and let me in’: The Lost Poetry of Ina E. Gittings
As we assess the historical record as part of the project that is The Revolution (Relaunch), it can be useful to acknowledge the shifting role of language in uncovering — or rendering invisible — a […]
Close to the Heart: Learning the Chinese Characters
怒: anger influxes when slavery eclipses the heart愁: worry thickens as autumn sits high on the heart闷: depression settles when the heart is shut behind a door忘: forgetting happens when there’s death on the heart忍: […]
TRR Editors on Hope, Justice, and Activism in 2020
I keep thinking about Adrienne Rich and Audre Lorde—what it means to revise history, why it’s important to understand the difference between poetry and rhetoric. Along with the poetry of Rich (and Sexton and Plath, […]
New Slave
The Washington Post reports that a total of 992 people were shot and killed by police in 2018. Similarly, there were 986 fatal police shootings in 2017, 962 in 2016, and 994 in 2015. A […]
Femicide
a Found Poem from BBC News on International Day of the Elimination of Violence Against Women They marched in Chile,red hands painted across their mouths.They covered their mouthswith purple hands in Argentina. They dressed in black […]
Word for the future: ACTIVHISTorian
Over 150 years ago, The Revolution’s Elizabeth Cady Stanton told women: “I challenge you to dare and do anything.” I don’t know that she ever considered “becoming historians” part of her challenge, but she might […]
Why I Believe Christine Blasey Ford and the Rest of Us
I don’t remember the name of the colleague who almost strangled me. Not his first name. Not his last. I remember he had a wrestler’s body and that he could vault like a gymnast over […]
Rites of Passage
I. At sixteen,I keep my fingers crossedthe day I leave for school,first morning peehidden ina brown paper bag. In 1968 it takesa whole week for results,no simple wait to seeto see if a plastic stickchanges […]
The Writerly Sisterhood of Women’s Times
It was the 1970s, and I was very young and very lonely. I was pregnant with my second child. I remember that it was mid-summer, and that I was reading Kate Millett’s Sexual Politics with […]
The Revolution (Relaunch) 