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On May 16, 1942, every Japanese American in Seattle was either at an internment camp or on their way to one, except for one person. That day, Gordon Hirabayashi was at an FBI office in Seattle, in violation of an executive order from President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, handing over a document to a special agent called “Why I Refuse to

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Interfaith Peace-Builders recently sent an Indigenous and People of Color delegation to Israel/Palestine. Anthony Grimes, FOR’s Director of Campaigns and Strategy, both co-lead this delegation, and represented FOR while on this journey. The group’s path started unconventionally, with missing passports, reschueduled flights, and some unfortunate detainments, and once they were in the Middle East, it continued to be exciting, exhausting, and rewarding. We look

Interfaith Peace-Builders recently sent an Indigenous and People of Color delegation to Israel/Palestine. Anthony Grimes, FOR’s Director of Campaigns and Strategy, both co-lead this delegation, and represented FOR while on this journey. The group’s path started unconventionally, with missing passports, reschueduled flights, and some unfortunate detainments, and once they were in the Middle East, it continued to be exciting, exhausting, and rewarding. We look

Writing used to be easy. Now, nothing seems easy. Leaning in, I just stare at the screen. Occasionally, I try to type something. Despite my desperation to write, my mind is held captive to a former place. Bloody films never leave you. Every image sticks. The officer took his gun and shot Alton Sterling dead. Amidst the screams, Philando Castile

Writing used to be easy. Now, nothing seems easy. Leaning in, I just stare at the screen. Occasionally, I try to type something. Despite my desperation to write, my mind is held captive to a former place. Bloody films never leave you. Every image sticks. The officer took his gun and shot Alton Sterling dead. Amidst the screams, Philando Castile