Today, on the 8th anniversary of the earthquake that devastated Haiti, I am being overwhelmed with emotions making it truly difficult to meditate, reflect, and pray for peace, for solace. The Resident-Alien-In-Chief continues to test these God-given nerves of mine with comments that, at minimum, solidify his existence as the Anti-Christ, as a racist bigot, and as the pink version of the mucous in the Mucinex commercials.
OVERTURE...With all that is happening in the world — the pending election of either evil or evil-er to the United States presidency, the ever-present process of gentrification in my own backyard, the slandering of Black women’s edges while they slay gold-medal rankings at the Olympics and my own personal struggles (e.g. to find proper hair moisturizer for my locs) — I feel almost guilty writing a piece whose purpose is neither to critique nor evaluate nor call to protest. SIKE. The goal of this piece is to simply reflect and that is important. I have no guilt about that.
Ignace merges her passion for public heath and global health in her dance, her writing, and research interests.