Today marks two years since the murder of George Floyd. These deaths are more than numbers. These are family. They are loved, and they are deeply missed.
They call it redistricting. We call it voter suppression. From the beginning, our campaign for New Jersey’s 10th Congressional District has focused on New Jersey’s ballot design and how the political machine here uses it to stay in power. But instead of being ashamed, the establishment has doubled down on its losing strategy of dirty […]
It was October 11, 1992. I was in Washington D.C. for the annual displaying of the AIDS Quilt and organizing for the upcoming National March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay rights.
As I stood there on the National Mall, surrounded by people grieving the partners and friends they had lost to AIDS, it hit me like a freight train.
I could no longer deny who I was.