LaLa Drew 
I was brought to Maine to live a better life. Better than what, I’ll never know. I have many feelings about that. My mother gave me away so that I might live up here, among the trees and the ocean and the nice white folk. I am meant to be grateful. I gathered this from …
Sunday morning when I logged online, a fluttering ping of status updates rolled into a steady flow of trauma to my feed. Ping “Me too.” Ping “Me too.” Ping “Me too.” Often accompanied with the words: “If all the women who have been sexually harassed and/or sexually assaulted wrote ‘Me too.’ as their status, we …
To be a person of color in Maine is to eat sleep and breathe Whiteness. Despite the melanin of our skin, we still live, move, and operate within a reality which centers Whiteness above all things. Because PoC Mainers operate within the long-endured rule of Whiteness, we have little to no opportunities to gather together …