Breathe and Push

Dear Friends, We got word last Saturday, September 23rd that the Trump administration was preparing a new executive order. The next day, the order came down: a third Muslim Ban that is more expansive than the original. It targets more countries and bans certain immigrants and refugees — indefinitely. It was hard to breathe — the ban hurts thousands of families abroad and fan the flames of hate against families like mine on this soil. But then I remembered: We have been here before. On September 23, 1913 — exactly one hundred and four years ago — my grandfather sailed by steamship from

Dear Friends, On this day, sixteen years ago, a Sikh American father was shot down in front of a gas station in Arizona. Balbir Singh Sodhi was the first person killed in a hate crime in the aftermath of 9/11. Balbir Uncle's murder turned a generation of young people like me into activists. My team and I made a film about his murder and began a life helping communities organize against racism and violence. Today we are still living in the shadow of 9/11. The cycle of violence feels endless:

I will be giving a Ted Talk this fall - the announcement just went up! I am putting together stories + studies in ethics, law and even science to make the case for why Revolutionary Love is the call of our times. Especially in the face of white supremacist violence. Deep breath. If you can, please join my parents, baby Kavi, and me in New Orleans this November! Click on these links for information on tickets and on the inspiring line up.   Photo taken from tedwomen2017.ted.com

Some joyful personal news! I'm working with a publisher to write a book on Revolutionary Love, a memoir/manifesto that responds to this moment in history. It's hard to describe what this means in my life. I took my first book-writing course in college fifteen years ago this semester. It was shortly after 9/11 and starting a life as an activist, I had a sense that the stories I was collecting needed to be heard. Fast forward, and the stories now fill a treasure chest. After the election, I

To all the mothers! May you celebrate today all the ways you pour your body, breathe, and blood into your families. You have a particular kind of wisdom that the country needs right now. You know that birthing new life can feel like drowning, like dying. You can teach us how to breathe and push, and breathe again through our country's Transition. You know that love gives you strength you never knew you had. You love even when your nipples are bleeding or perineum torn or sleep only comes