Arcadia,

Michigan
Nate Guenther
guenthernate@yahoo.com

You know what, I said the other day that I was done with all this social justice discourse,
and I truly am, but I am ready to give a final statement and I'm going to try hard not to
engage with this any more for my personal health's sake. And because I won't lie to
anyone or myself for the sake of niceties or respectability, I'ma just keep it 100 right
now.
I've done the peaceful protest - the marches, the writing, the protests - and I've concluded
that it's just not for me.I may attend a few sparingly throughout the future to accompany
my friends and make sure they're safe. But they have, unfortunately, proven ineffective
to me. We have been marching for 50+ years, and have made little to no progress, if not
retrograde.
I appreciate, and am borderline envious of, those who seek jobs in the public policy sector.
You will become lawyers, social workers, and other leaders of the social sector, and I
won't, at least not in the same way.Though, I remain distrustful and wary of our
government. Not ours, even. Theirs. I do not trust a system meant to fail us. I do not
trust that we will be able to change such a system without destroying it as a whole.I do
not trust voting in white saviors to cleanse us of our problems, and I do not trust our
capitalist "democracy".
I am angry, yes. Color me your angry black man, with however many gold teeth and
weapons as your mind's eye might like. I don't care. I particularly don't care for this
"they want us to be angry" rhetoric - this notion that white racists want us to be angry
so that they can continue to divide and conquer us. They want us to be angry? Shame on
them for wanting something so stupid and self-dangerous. You can only taunt the beast so
long before it tramples you. This is not to say. though, that I support violent behaviors or
retaliations. Violence yields more violence though, and the initiators are to blame for the
initial attack and the retaliation. Stop killing black people for no reason, and stop hanging
us from trees like you did in Georgia, and events like Dallas won't happen.
Pro-black isn't anti-white, but it is anti-whiteness. However uncomfortable that makes you
feel, whatever. It can often be hard to separate white people from the institution of
whiteness because they like to forget that it exists, or disregard and refute it. White
imperialism, nationalism, and classism are the root of all of our issues, and the very
foundation of this nation. "No!" you say? Then explain why the "founding fathers" had
slaves, and explain to me why some of the strongest companies, even today, have a
history that traces back to slave labor. I'll wait. Pro-black is anti-whiteness until
whiteness is no longer synonymous with the monopolization of our government and
politics, systemic racial classism, and senseless violence and murder against black and
brown people, and other nationalities/ethnicities worldwide.Don't like it? Change it.
But yeah, anyways. I just want to collect clothes and not be shot to death by a police
officer. Or lynched from a tree.
Whatever. Issue 5 is going to be the #BlackLivesMatter Issue, and I'm excited - and angry.
Alston L. Watson

Trump Rally.
Dallas, Texas

Jordan Bell
Twitter: @christophedon

Ryogoku, Tokyo

Bathing Ape (Shibuya)

Harajuku

jasminejessee.com
Twitter: @_jazyj

Osaka Temple

jasminejessee@gmail.com

Growing up as a little girl was not easy

when I was constantly surrounded by
media that only celebrated European
beauty and the aesthetics of a White
woman.
I looked very dierent from my class mates
and was seldom considered attractive.
It broke my self esteem as a very young girl
but I was proud enough to keep
celebrating my Muslim-Bangladeshi
heritage and wear my traditional
garments.
I feel lucky to have gathered myself as an
18 year old girl and feel condent with my
golden skin and thick black hair.
South Asians are often overlooked for their
achievements and are found to have a
higher suicide rate than the general
American population.
My name is Colette and I am a college
student majoring in biological sciences
from Santa Monica, California.
I want to make sure Desi women are
admired for their intelligence, beauty and
inventions that have changed world.
Not only are we beautiful, but our souls
and minds are as well.
Here are a few 35mm lm photos shot on
200 ISO speed.
This was shot on the coast of Corona Del
Mar, California.
I wanted to showcase these beautiful
lehengas that I unfortunately earned dirty
looks in public for.
There is no shame in my blood!
xx
Nicolette
nicolettie@live.com

I'm a photographer based in Los Angeles,

CA. I have recently visited my childhood
home, Belize in Central America. When
everyone was joking about nding
somewhere to go if Donald Trump
becomes president, I took it seriously &
made my way out the country.
I am a US native, still, Belize is also home,
so i invite you to journey with me
through my photos to Corozal, Belize, a
small town in a small country lled with
beautiful waters and extraordinary skies.
They say the sky's the limit, but from my
perch above the clouds I say we passed
that limit forever ago.
Name: K. DaCosta
Contact: keepitzhi@gmail.com
Website: keepitzhi.com

Oliver Pringle is a 19 year old photographer based in Manchester. Specializing in street and
travel photography. Currently an apprentice in reprographics and in E-commerce video for
big clients such as Tesco and John Lewis at a photography studio. Working with video and
stills while being in the reprographics eld has let him develop a wide range of skills. Also
taking on commissioned work Oliver has worked to create stills for Solis Law ltd. to use on
their website and video commissions for bands performing at the Royal Northern College of
Music.

These are photos from a recent Bay Area trip.

Website: oliverpringle.com
Instagram: @oliverpringle

not-a-homecoming
There are no direct flights from Phoenix to the Democratic Republic of the Congo. You go through South
Africa, first. Our original plan was to fly Sky Harbor to Heathrow, then Heathrow to O.R. Tambo, where a
small bus would bring us to a gate far away from anything else and onto an also-small plane, flying straight
to the country formerly known as Zaire, most well-known as the setting for the legendary Rumble in the
Jungle; the birthplace of my father. It would have been my first time visiting, my first time seeing my
grandparents, my first time seeing any of my fathers extended family. We bought our tickets six months in
advance, we had only known that we would not be able to go around three weeks in advance.

And so South Africa it was, then.
I remember getting off the plane at O.R. Tambo International and coming face-to-face with a large backlit ad
for a local bank on the wall; a black model with her hair in braids, smiling, against a white background. I
remember feeling like it was a pleasant surprise, and then wondering why Id been surprised. I was fresh
off an eleven-hour flight, the sun was out, the weather was cool, it was noon in Johannesburg, and nearly
everyone around me was the same shade of brown as me.

My first steps on the African continent were not as shaky as I had expected they would be. It felt as if
something in me had been anticipating them for a very long time as the daughter of an African immigrant,
as a black person in America, they felt like necessary steps to take, for some reason. Theres something
vaguely comforting about the idea of it being a trip back, visualizing it as a journey back to the motherland,
even though I knew it wasnt, really. As if I was not lucky enough to be able to trace my blood back to a
specific country. Something to recover from the disappointment of not being able to completely fill in the
spaces between me, my ancestry, and the West.
So I was on vacation. This wasnt a homecoming. But it was worthwhile.
South Africa is cool; 50-to-60 degree winters in May, June, and July. If you go to Gauteng and plan on
staying there the whole time, you will need to go to the Apartheid Museum. You will need to go to Soweto,
the Mandela house there, the Hector Pieterson museum, the monument to the Freedom Charter. Drive
through the city, go to MuseuMAfricA and the Johannesburg Art Gallery (both free), visit Constitution Hill
(formerly the Old Fort prison), take an elevator to the top of the Carleton Centre, visit the Stevenson
Gallery.
People dress in vibrant colors year-round. Parts of Johannesburg are full of construction workers, all clad
in bright blue and green high-visibility pants and shirts, all over the place, to the point where not seeing
them in certain places feels odd.There is natural hair everywhere you look. If you are me, both are
comforting, both are things you get used to very quickly. You will find colorful shopfronts; pink and green
and yellow salons, women braiding hair in front. (You may also notice that it costs less to get ones hair
braided in South Africa, and you will feel jealous.)
You will also feel very, very black. It will feel good.
You are surrounded by reminders that most history is recent history being constantly aware that the
official end of apartheid was just barely 30 years ago Nelson Mandelas name and face everywhere you
look as the most prominent. obvious marker. You quickly learn to remember in other ways; through taxi
drivers offering brief histories of the townships you pass, through street names that ought to be changed,
through connecting the dots how dates you recognize correlate with the ages of people around you, how
they are often younger than your grandparents.
Theyre quiet, familiar reminders. Your heart hurts in the Apartheid Museum in a way that is in no way
foreign. You are in one country out of 54. Something in you will feel like drawing parallels to the history of
the United States; one that you will know better, and something else in you will feel that parallels dont need
to be drawn.
You find that you are okay with feeling both ways; resolve to remember those findings in the Congo.

My name is Rina Nkulu. I'm a writer /

artist / student living in Arizona right now.
I've had work published in Blackberry: a
magazine, Duende Literary Journal, Sula
Collective, Rookie, and Queen Mob's
Teahouse.
Here is a series of 25 photos taken on a
recent trip to South Africa, all taken in the
cities of Johannesburg, Soweto, and Sandton,
in specific.
- Rina
Twitter: @rinank_
Iinstagram: @rina.nk
rnnkl.blogspot.com

Here's a mix of work taken at

the three dierent coasts of
Kenya and Zanzibar. Mix of
lm and digital.
- Kamau
kamau.17.kw@gmail.com
Instagram:
@kamauwithkamera

Isaac Green
isaacgreenworks.com

isaacgreenworks@gmail.com

I shot these back in April in Daytona Beach, Florida. A wild group of

culture that is slowly dying away....

Arcadia, Michigan
Nate Guenther
guenthernate@yahoo.com

Kamau Wainaina