Category Archives: Social Justice

Reflections from My Time at Standing Rock

by Michael “Renaissance” Moynihan

I did not journey across the country to learn anything, I ventured to stand in solidarity with our Native relatives, but while I was at Standing Rock in the Oceti Sakowin Camp, I was taught and learned much. One of the first things I learned was how vast the camp is. I do not know what I thought I would see, but I was not expecting an entire valley filled with tents, teepees, campers, vehicles and people. Continue reading Reflections from My Time at Standing Rock

Freedom School Immerses Students in Liberation Education

by Sharayah Lane

As the year comes to a close and the haze of an election filled with racism, sexism and xenophobia moves closer to an inaugural reality, walking into a freedom school is no doubt a revitalizing and liberating experience for south Seattle’s youth. Continue reading Freedom School Immerses Students in Liberation Education

Action Items for Those at a Loss, Part 2

by Kelsey Hamlin

As a new year approaches, people continue to ask what actions they can take to improve the lot of the world. Locally, a sea of community faces come together time and time again, but feel like they’re in some sort of limbo, no matter how much they want to help.

This is all unfortunately a reaction to the U.S. president-elect, Donald Trump, winning office despite running a campaign short on substantive policies and heavy on hateful rhetoric. Specific jobs, movements, identities, and people have already been targeted by his campaign and many fear it will only get worse. But what can people do? What can allies do? Continue reading Action Items for Those at a Loss, Part 2

Broken Regimens

One man’s story shows how mental health treatment is an uphill battle in jails and prisons

by Kelsey Hamlin

[This post was originally published with Real Change News.]

It was October 2015. Michael Hayes and two social workers met his lawyer at King County’s drug court. Everything was white: the walls, the marble floor, the ceiling. They waited for the court’s doors to open. Others slowly trickled in for their own appearances and held some small talk. Eventually, the small talk thinned out. So did the air. The weight of collective anticipation made the hallway feel like it wasn’t holding enough oxygen. Continue reading Broken Regimens