Robert Allen, Rosario Ortega, Unrecalled Kind Person, Alice, Daniel Ortega
Managua, Nicaragua, mid- Eighties


Leaving Managua

©2017 by Alice Walker

You were never to know,
until now perhaps,
that I was weeping
as my compañero and I
left Managua
all those years ago.
We had witnessed the graceful dignity of your people
that they held inviolate
against the brutality inflicted on them
by our… Continue reading

Nkosinathi Biko, eternal son, with Alice

I have spent most of the early morning thinking of what I want to say to you: there is so much. First of all I want to say that I am in your country, have been drawn to your country, the beautiful South Africa, which for some years in our own struggle we referred to as Azania, because of… Continue reading

Medgar Evers to Civil Rights Activists in Mississippi, 
shortly before he was assassinated
June 12, 1963
  Supporting BDS (Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions)
June 3, 2010  —  © 2010 by Alice Walker
My heart is breaking; but I do not mind.
For one thing, as soon as I wrote those words I was able to weep. Which I had not been able… Continue reading

As a writer born in the South, both black and a woman, I’ve had my share of disagreements with the legendary white male writer, William Faulkner, who, in the Sixties, was quoted as saying if it came to that, he’d join the white Southerners refusing integration in the South and “shoot down n—–s in the street.” He was an astonishing writer, with the… Continue reading

Aung San Suu Kyi

So Long a Letter

to Aung San Suu Kyi
(ahng sahn soo chee)

Prisoner #1 of Thousands and


Rangoon, Burma

From Alice Walker

In a Country With its Own Afflictions

The United States of America

February 15, 2009

Dear Aung San Suu Kyi,

Two weeks ago my partner, Garrett Larson, and I were in Rangoon, on your street, and passed by your gate. We… Continue reading

December 13, 2009 — Article ©2009 by Alice Walker

To paraphrase our beloved James Baldwin: the world is held together, really the world is held together by the love and compassion and clarity of thought of a very few individuals. Though this idea may be frightening, the world being in such distress, it is also comforting. At least there are a few people who can… Continue reading

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I was surprised by the disappointment and sense of loss I felt because my plan to have a vegetable plot in a farmer’s nearby field did not come to be. I found I missed the sweetness and mystery of the faces Sweet Heart and I loved, practically instantly. Out of that sadness came the poem “I Will Keep Broken Things.”

In this way:
True to… Continue reading

December #8

The first morning we went out to the farm at which my ant free produce might grow, we found a huge field had been raked over by somebody else’s tractor, since the farm’s vehicle needed much more work. It was a vast field. I tried to explain once again that I had wanted an area more like a large rug, not something broad… Continue reading

December #7

Setting out collard starts in a bed where they may be eaten by ants overnight, I had some insights: One was that some old, unconscious programming is still alive and well in my head, and probably in my whole body. I was becoming tired from bending, and hot from the morning sun, which, though delightful at eight was not so at ten. My… Continue reading