I have a new friend, a white woman, named Dawn. In my approximately 20 year history as an anti-racism activist and as an organizer and public speaker regarding race relations, I cannot say I have known someone who has been as committed and as steadfast as Dawn. Her sensitivities, her understanding of the injustices of the world, especially regarding race is solid, is on point. Is ultimately refreshing.

I know a lot of white people who are allies. Who are accomplices when it comes to pushing back at anti-Blackness, the incarceration of Brown people, the hate being spewed at the…


Blues Song for New Orleans and the Gulf Coast (A Poem)

I wrote a blues poem,
poetry for the victims
of Katrina years back.

I tapped into the
saddest vocabulary
I could to confront
the crimes, the harms
done unto New Orleanians,
Gulf Coast residents.

Unhesitent, I poured
my heart into those words.

As water violated
inner-city streets
of Biloxi, of Jefferson
Parrish, people perished,
performed acts of bravery,
swam in salty, sludge-filled,
poisonous ponds of
accumulating agua.

Oh, my laraza’s!
Who never saw
manana afterwords —
who will never be heard
from again

I thought
that was the end.


Firstly, I am, for the Sims family at least, one of our historians. I am from the Sims generations who spent most of their time in Arkansas — and eventually northern Illinois, mainly Rockford, Illinois. It is my job as a gatekeeper for us to know who we are as well as where we come from. I take this position in our large family very seriously. It has made me a better family member, a better researcher as well.

I did a DNA test kit with Ancestry.com earlier this year, but even before that I have been collecting family knowledge…


The incomparable Lauren Hill is back. She is back in full force with a verse for the decade. She is back with a vengeance and with elegance as she takes a verse and splendidly displays it over a 2021 hip-hop song. The fire of her delivery and the blessing of her compassion is what drives the verse from beginning to end.

I can believe that some people thought she was done. They counted her out. Hip-hop music lovers, especially those of us who grew up in the culture, will always hope for a divine carving of crafty raps from Ms…


As we begin to wind up the month of August, which featured Black Women’s Equal Pay Day and Black Business Month, I am entering a reflective state of mind. The reflection I am inspiring, as well as who I owe my accomplishments to as an advocate for women, I think about my great-niece Tabria Sims. I am a feminist even more because of my involvement in her life.

I take this term seriously. Writing for Women Who Code and doing heavy research has opened my eyes to the many injustices and inequities experienced by women of color, especially Black women…


What White Liberals And Activists Expect From Black Acitvists And Leaders: A Personal Journey

I recently shared a post on Facebook regarding a white liberal and activist who basically asked me to join his crusade in stopping the wrongdoings of the criminal legal system. That ask, that very pointed ask, echoed through my cell’s membranes all the way to my psyche. It reverberated and still sticks in my conscience. Before, it has happened repeatedly, consistently, unyielding — those kinds of asks.

And for context, that is of utmost importance, the ask came form a cis gendered white male who is…


To Give The World A Break, A Breather

Dear patriarchy:

We need a break from you,
a breather. Under your old,
cold control, we have lost
so much of our humane
souls.

The stress you’ve caused
women, children, this planet
is uncontested. What your
doings have manifested
is leaving the eco of life
breathless.

It is a disorder. We are
all suffering from what
you have brought to Earth.
It hurts. You bursted onto
the scene with all kinds of
destructive energy.

Dear patriarch, white man’s
patriarchy, aren’t you sorry
for all of what you have
destroyed?

At this point…


As we move on into shaping or reshaping society, communities, neighborhoods — the schools we see children head into with thoughts of education seeking to build equity in this country, I am researching, conversing with, exploring the roles of Black women. I am building foundations of knowledge, insight, truths of what I know Black women, the women who raised me, to be. The women who are the cornerstones of our lives; who are the original matriarchs, the warriors even at times when a patriarchal Africa seemed to be fully ruled by (African) men.

Today, Black women, of whom I have…


As a continuing participant in the protesting that first started after the murder of George Floyd; as an activist and as a person who is always on the front line; as an observer I am still finding ways to show up or to be heard regarding the police violence and police brutality taking place in the United States. My involvement, my Black experience are pathways into the ugly poetry of what we call “democracy in America.” …


A man had to lose his life
in order for this country
to wake up to the realities
of anti-Blackness, to police
violence, to police brutality
that has existed in Black
communities for centuries.

A man had to lose his life
for us to get to a point
where white people believe
in greater numbers our necks
have always been under knees.

A man, a father is in his grave
because the United States did
not ask police officers to behave
in our neighborhoods. …

Christopher D. Sims

Writer, performance artist, and activist who writes about racism, anti-Blackness, and human rights struggles. A voice for truth and righteousness.

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