A "Bargain Bin" Blog Post by Hilerie Lind I was lying in bed last night, exhausted. Not the kind of tired that sleep can fix, but the kind that settles into your bones when you've spent too many days watching the world burn and wondering how we got here. I turn on Finding Your Roots. It's one of my favorite shows. I love ancestry. I love history. I love watching Black people discover the resilience of their ancestors, the land they owned, the names they carried, the lives they built out of...

A Bargain Bin Post I've been quiet for the last 30 days. Not because I didn't have anything to say, but because I needed to sit with what I was witnessing. I needed to process the horror of what is happening in real time. I needed to ask myself: What is the goal for my legacy? What is the goal for how I plan to uplift my community? And where do Black people fit into this latest chapter of American empire? Because what we are witnessing right now is not just a political crisis. This is the...

I've been sitting with something heavy lately, and I need to process it out loud. Because if I'm feeling this, I know you are too. I've been trying to navigate Black public and political discourse, and I'm exhausted. Not because I don't know who I am or what I stand for—I do. But because it feels like no one else does. It feels like everyone else has decided that integrity is optional, that morality is negotiable, and that the lines between right and wrong are so blurred that we can't even...