A Moment for Communal Listening - Ruminate Magazine

A Moment for Communal Listening

June 04, 2020

In light of the recent murders of Black individuals within the US and the subsequent protests that have been taking place throughout the nation, we at Ruminate Magazine feel the need to pause publishing new content on The Waking this week.


In many ways, this moment feels like one where a greater number of people are actively listening to the cries of inequality and racial injustice. But we are humbled remembering that what is being said is not new. The only thing that has changed is the willingness to listen to what our Black neighbors have been telling us all along: that we as a nation need to acknowledge, repent, and seek justice to rectify the sins that have been committed against the Black community on an individual and systemic level.

In an effort to encourage this type of listening, to come to terms with the voices that we have ignored or silenced as a nation, we will be taking a week to listen and honor the Black voices within our creative community. Instead of publishing new work, we will be republishing the work of Black artists from our print and online magazines, directing our attention to what members of the Black community have been saying all along. 

Please join us as we strive to listen better and respond with justice to the things we have heard. 

As a starting point, please check out Gyasi S. Byng’s piece “On Constructive Anger.



Photo by Library of Congress on Unsplash

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