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January 2025

Above the Law
The architects of apartheid seldom see the inside of cells. They carve borders in blood, watch children fall like rain on land they’ve stolen, and call…
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Rebecca Calles Rijsdijk
The House on the Cliff
I have always known this place— the white cottage on the edge of the world, where the wind howls like a wounded thing and the rain never stops calling…
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Rebecca Calles Rijsdijk
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Fight for Those Who Don’t Have Your Privilege
Privilege is not an accusation; it is a responsibility. It is the door you walked through that others are still pounding on.
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Rebecca Calles Rijsdijk
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Subscriber counts, open rates, conversion stats. The polite knock at the door of your creativity, asking, Is this good enough? Will they come back? Will…
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A Lesson in Complacency
They sit in towers high enough to watch us choke on small dreams, spitting laws like bones from a feast we were never invited to, our names only called…
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Rebecca Calles Rijsdijk
The Circus Comes for Everything
There’s no room to create quietly anymore. To write just for the sake of it. Everything has to sell itself, and if it doesn’t, it fades into obscurity.
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Rebecca Calles Rijsdijk
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Drill, Baby, Drill
They pry her open, wrenched ribs cracking under the promise of profit— black gold spills like blood from a wound they will not bandage.
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Rebecca Calles Rijsdijk
Only Two Genders
The bones of the federal machine grind, cementing another layer of control, spitting out edicts like ash, like gender was a box to check, a cage to live…
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Empire with Bloodied Hands
Even the tallest tower crumbles when its foundation is built on bones.
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