Yesterday, my mom was going through a bunch of old papers and finding out what things she needed to shred and get rid of. There were documents from all parts of our lives, from Duncan (my lab who passed away almost three years ago) and his many medical procedures to old school worksheets. While I was working on something else, my mom gave me a long envelope with a packet that she told me she wanted to read. In that packet? A psychological evaluation from when I was eleven years old in 6th grade. And in that packet, I had…


Stefani Reynolds, New York Times

It’s difficult to write an original critique or something completely new about Juneteenth. In every possible angle and perspective, radical Black people have been explaining how the signing of this national holiday continues the state’s efforts to liberalize everything about Black existence in the US. With that perspective, Josh Briond’s latest piece in Hampton Think pretty much sums up my thoughts about the holiday.

But that isn’t really what I want to write about, or think much more about. I am thinking more precisely about what these constant acts of cooptation mean to suppress and inhibit any Black radical movement…


Netflix

*Content warning: mention of suicide

Sometimes it’s often hard to describe the extent to which a single character or story captivates us as an audience. You can see what the outcome will be, or even recognize that the narrative being told comes off as fairly straightforward. But that doesn’t matter in the long run because you’re enjoying the ride and are mesmerized by someone’s charisma that them alone will foster your interest in continuing to watch along.

Few shows or even media recently have gotten me more excited to continue watching along than Lupin, the recent French Netflix original starring…


I don’t think my brain was scrambled this year, but I definitely feel like it was cooked over easy (okay that was lame but that’s fine).

It’s frankly a little jarring to know and think about the fact that I’m halfway done with being an undergrad student. There’s something to be said for having made it through half of what culturally keeps being mentioned as the “best years of your life” when you both a) find that kind of absurd, but also b) recognize that over 1/4th of those years was spent on Zoom. …


I’ve spent the better part of this past week trying to think about how I could frame what the last year has meant for my political education and praxis. I’ve thought about the readings I’ve done, the comrades I’ve met and actions I’ve worked on, and the constant discussions taking place in my apartment or virtually. But what remains a through-line, what has ultimately become central to my approach is this: my care and love of Africans, for Black people, is what will forever guide my work in life.

For a lot of my adolescence, as I began to become…


I was 13 years old and in the eighth grade when “2014 Forest Hills Drive” was released.

We all have those albums and artists we grow extremely attached to, not necessarily because of who they are, but what they represented within a particular moment in our lives. I think about J. Cole a lot in that space. I wasn’t the only Black boy who had gotten entranced with Cole’s mixtapes and early albums, excited about this mental grind to be the best we could be. In hindsight, it was (obviously) very middle school and I was an angsty kid who just wanted to think like someone was rapping for me. It was his straightforward delivery, the vocals…


Members of the Black Panther Party and the Palestinian delegation at the first Pan-African Cultural Festival in Algiers, July of 1969

Decolonization is not a metaphor.

Eve Tuck and K. Wayne Yang’s paper with this title is emblematic of the recent responses to the revolutionary struggles in Palestine against the settler-colonial and western-backed occupying regime they have been displaced by since the beginning of the Nakba in 1948 (it is still ongoing). The jibberish about “decolonizing a syllabus,” “decolonizing academica,” or “decolonizing food” falls flat when there is an active process taking place that shatters any notion of decolonizing merely being a metaphor or a verb we can attach to white supremacist institutions we want to reform (instead of rightfully abolishing).

Palestinians for decades have been continuously organizing and struggling for their liberation, for their land back, and for a chance to finally have complete self-determination over their lives. The unified resistance and international solidarity in the recent weeks are possible because of how much preparation Palestinians have gone through to seize this moment.

Decolonization, the fight for the…


Two and a half years ago, I wrote about podcasting when I was beginning to explore the various interests I was diving into, from comedy to politics to niche Black subcultures. Perhaps it’s fairly routine and funny to think about the state of mind I was growing through back in August of 2018. I was ferociously trying to crank out college admissions essays and attempting to plan out my last year of high school as I took on new responsibilities at the school paper. Those podcasts today for me would at minimum be a little embarrassing to be listening to…


Last week, the relationship between me and a five-pound bag of light roast I bought ended. It was bittersweet, literally, and a tad acidic of a breakup, but I think it was for the best. We had grown too familiar with one another, and after drinking one flavor profile for two months, it was time to move on.

I’d say I’m about a year through my dive into taking coffee brewing seriously at home. Up until then, I’d been drinking coffee almost daily for three years, I’d occasionally brew a Moka pot at home haphazardly or make an espresso drink…


This past week, I’ve felt no joy or any semblance of justice.

I hadn’t followed the way the trial played out, and I never will ever watch a trial like it. I never invested any energy nor time to seek legitimacy in the settler-colonial empire that we live in. It felt painful to see how much energy was spent in wishing for a conviction that we had all but known was inevitable. I am by all means wishing nothing but strength to George Floyd’s family and that they can begin to gain some closure. …

Noah Tesfaye

Just someone trying to share my story and find who I am, one post at a time

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