Introduction

By Editor, Sha Cage




We are gathered here in this virtual space of Blackness to speak our names.

To breathe air into our narratives and acknowledge their rightful place in history, and in this moment.

The writers here are essential, necessary, culture bearers to the geography we call home. Minnesota. We look not to other establishments to make room for us; for we will make our own beds, scented with rosewater and patchouli. In this living historical archive, we will document this and all that is held in-between. In a state where there are less than 6 percent of us, we find each other and we plant gardens in each other’s chests. We will meet the morning’s sunrise with a roll call of our loved ones. Those who have survived the pandemic, the bullets and the never ending list of isms that threaten to wear us down. We will say his name.

Daily our existence as Black bodies in white space is threatened. Yet, daily we lift up our joy, our truths, and our voices as an act of resistance! I invite community to pause and bear witness to what some of the leading Black voices of our time are saying/ feeling/ and existing at this moment of deep historical transformation.

A space where we stand together in mindfulness. In emotional liberation. Where we process and heal our trauma in green flourishing deliverance. Where we wake up and face the sun with hope and cosmic dreaming. Where we can still hear our ancestors’ whispers in our ears.

Where we sing to the babies on the shores of these 10,000 lakes, and they hopscotch and dig marble holes in the soft brown dirt. Where we are full from auntie’s garden blessings, and we can rest in handwoven hammocks around dusk, reading these pandemic survival uprising stories to each other. These blue-black-phoenix rising-making a way when there was none—we thrive in the presence of BLACK–oh-we-still-here stories. There is laughter and deep debate. Politicking and scribing. There is performance and revival here; for art is always at the center. There is remembrance. And always, there is a moment of silence.


For George Perry Floyd
For Breonna Taylor
For Philando Castile
For Jamar Clark
For Christopher Burns

For Those lost to Covid-19

For Mothers who stay up late waiting for daughters and sons who will never return

‘May Your Spirits Find Peace in Black Space’






© Tru Ruts 2020