It wasn’t the vehicles you noticed first. It was the listening. In Minneapolis, people began listening differently. Conversations paused mid-sentence. Heads tilted toward distant sounds. A whistle, shrill and piercing, could send a ripple down an entire block. It was the warning system neighbours built for one another: immigration agents nearby. As norms disintegrated and what...
It was a crisp winter’s day when I met with Francesca, the Systems and Governance Lead at Coffee Afrik. I opened the door to a warm room of Somali aunties celebrating, clapping and basking in a good final quarter at Coffee Afrik’s women’s hub in Dalston. They had just finished a workshop with Sistren Legal Collective,...