We are free when our acts spring from our whole personality, when they express it, when they have that indefinable resemblance to it which one sometimes finds between the artist and his work
— Henri Bergson, From Time and Free Will: An Essay on the Immediate Data of Consciousness

Items of Note

Progress: Cheering Feminists Who Kill

Philosopher Falguni Sheth's powerful piece on the political implications of lifting the "ban on allowing women to join small-group combat units in the (United States) military." Dr. Sheth's blog can be found at, Translation Exercises.

The American Case Against a Black Middle Class

The Atlantic columnist, bon vivant, and all around stand-up guy, Ta-Nehisi Coates's pitch for the awesomeness of Isabel Wilkerson's magisterial narrative of The Great Migration, The Warmth of Other Suns. Coates reminds me once again why I believe him to be one of the finest American public intellectuals writing today.

A Zombie is a Slave Forever - Amy Wilentz

"The zombie is a dead person who cannot get across to lan guinée. This final rest — in green, leafy, heavenly Africa, with no sugarcane to cut and no master to appease or serve — is unavailable to the zombie. To become a zombie was the slave’s worst nightmare: to be dead and still a slave, an eternal field hand. It is thought that slave drivers on the plantations, who were usually slaves themselves and sometimes Voodoo priests, used this fear of zombification to keep recalcitrant slaves in order and to warn those who were despondent not to go too far."

If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.
— Zora Neale Hurston