From: Cultural Weekly
There haven’t been many weeks since the summer of 2014 ended in which I haven’t thought about or someone hasn’t reminded me of #90for90, that time we did 90 events over 90 days in a train station bar. When it ended, it felt like those corny movies where our characters have a terrifying, exciting, overwhelming, but ultimately unforgettable summers that forever change them. In many ways, none of us—Jessica, Peter, Judeth or myself—have recovered from it.
From the moment the final event, the 90th event, ended, the big question has been, “When are you doing it again?” We’ve asked ourselves this too, both with anticipation and for a lack of a better word, terror, knowing the toll it took on us.
Then the shitshow that is 2016 came and went. And the nightmare of 2017 has begun.
In the last year, we had the privilege of publishing Surveillance by Ashaki M. Jackson, a chapbook that examines videos capturing police killing of civilians and the public’s consumption of these videos. Partnering with her on the publication and in the literary activism she insisted upon, with 100% of sales going to various social justice organizations, really evolved the way we thought about our role as publisher and as individual artists.
A few months ago, on Facebook, I saw a post that was a catalyst for our decision. Scott Woods, a wonderful writer and organizer and host based in Columbus, Ohio posted a project that he was putting together. It’s called Holler and it’s 30 days of Black artists based in Columbus through the course of March 2017. It was so exciting and inspiring to see him putting this together. It reminded me of how important holding space is, especially for writers and artists of color. Read Rest of Article Here