Angela Davis makes her first national television appearance in an exclusive interview with Tony Brown, following her recent acquittal of charges of kidnapping, murder, and conspiracy after the San Rafael courtroom shootout.
So the quarantine continues at my house.
Over the last three months, I have learned how to make a lot of great food. Recently, I started to venture into foods I would usually just buy premade. I love eating fried dumplings! I order them every time I go to an Asian restaurant.
I realized over the quarantine that it might be cheaper for me to make them from scratch, so I started experiment with some recipes online and created a very tasty treat!
Vegan Dumplings (serves 5)
Ingredients
Wrappers
– Dumpling wrappers – I bought a 40-count package from my local supermarket
Fillings
Instructions
I got the recipe from this video. I wasn’t able to get all the ingredients the cook uses and they don’t look like her dumplings, but it still come out good!
For the last few weeks, I have seen short clips of this famous 1963 interview with Malcolm X floating around Twitter. I thought it would be a good idea to share the complete interview so everyone has better context on his thoughts on racism, police brutality, white liberals, “puppet” civil rights leaders, and celebrity activists. It’s as if he is talking about 2020!
He tried to tell us!
America is going through an unprecedented moment. We are in the middle of a global public health crisis, with over 100,000 Americans dead and 40 million Americans unemployed. We are also going through a racial crisis with police brutality front and center with protests and violence.
I have been thinking about William Butler Yeats’ apocalyptic poem, The Second Coming. He wrote it in the aftermath of World War I and at the beginning of the 1918 flu pandemic, which his wife almost died from. Yeats was in a dark place then as we are now, and it only seems appropriate the think about his words today.
The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?