INCITE! Women of Color Against Violence New Orleans Chapter and the New Orleans Women's Health & Justice Initiative Seeks Books by Women of Color authors for a Radical Women of Color Lending Library Project

The New Orleans Women of Color Resource & Organizing Center (a joint project of the WHJI and INCITE! Women of Color Against Violence – New Orleans) will serve as a resource and organizing hub to nurture grassroots organizing and activism to end violence against women of color, linking struggles against the violence of poverty, incarceration, environmental racism, housing discrimination, economic exploitation, and medical experimentation and forced sterilization.

The Center will provide a host of movement building and leadership development programs, activities, and resources to end violence against women of color; the Center will also house a radical women of color lending library, a cluster of computers for community use, meeting space, and a comfortable environment for women and girls to hangout.

We are currently in the process of establishing a radical women of color lending library. We are seeking donations of books by women of color authors across genres, topics, interests, and subjects. All books are welcome—fiction, non-fiction, poetry, zines, articles, resource books, anthologies, photodocumentaries, etc. Videos, documentaries, and music are also welcomed. We are specifically interested in books by African, Arab, Asian, Black, Caribbean, Chicana, Indigenous, Native, and Latina authors.

Donations should be mailed to the:

New Orleans Women's Health Clinic
c/o WHJI
1406 Esplanade Ave.
New Orleans, LA 70116

For more information, please contact us at whji_info@yahoo.com or by phone at 504-524-8626.

Presently, I am obsessed with Current tv. Actually, it's been going on for a while now thanks to the bf. In between all my viewings of Whose Wedding Is it Anyway, Intervention, ANTM, Real World, Bad Girls Club, and other trashy vacuous reality tv, he gets me to watch alternative news and satire on Current. Right now, the one show we both agree on is Top Chef. Speaking of which, I'm pulling for Antonia as the dark horse. Cocky-ass Dale gets my vote too. If only to spite the thinly-veiled racist bitches who give him shit because "he only does Asian" and he's way too arrogant. Of course, the Italian woman who mostly did Italian? Not a problem? The socially awkward over-confident white dudes too busy with their bromances and behind-the-scenes dramz? Of course they never get crap for not being personable enough. As long as Spike and his stupid little hat don't win I'll be fine.

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J Dilla Vid Tribute

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It happened. It finally happened. I got what I wanted. What I needed. More later after I stop hyperventilating from joy.

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