We should not call places like this massacre grounds, but battlegrounds.

When I was little, my mother would threaten me with dishonour whenever I misbehaved.

Every time Travis looks up now, whether it’s to the sky or a ceiling, he thinks of Will.

No contribution to this morning’s national story
No presence in your history

Warm but suffocating is Sri Lanka in a nutshell for me.

It’s a day for people like myself to take part in a warm and fuzzy event that does not actually do anything about the prevalent issue of racial discrimination and xenophobia in our increasingly multicultural country.

I was dazzled by urban litter.

We send you our children, our hopes, our dreams and futures. You return them bent and broken.

To see angry Black women get the respect they deserve was a profound experience, and one that up until now was something unimaginable.

Confess. Snap. Repair.