prof. elisa
@elisaindc.bsky.social
🇮🇹🇸🇴
Anthropologist and Educator.
I listen. I read. I teach. I tell stories. I learn languages. I travel.
All for a more just world.
Anthropologist and Educator.
I listen. I read. I teach. I tell stories. I learn languages. I travel.
All for a more just world.
So if this is garbage,
then let the landfills overflow.
Because...
Dai diamanti non nasce niente,
dal letame nascono i fior!
From diamonds nothing grows,
but from manure
flowers rise.
then let the landfills overflow.
Because...
Dai diamanti non nasce niente,
dal letame nascono i fior!
From diamonds nothing grows,
but from manure
flowers rise.
December 3, 2025 at 5:28 AM
So if this is garbage,
then let the landfills overflow.
Because...
Dai diamanti non nasce niente,
dal letame nascono i fior!
From diamonds nothing grows,
but from manure
flowers rise.
then let the landfills overflow.
Because...
Dai diamanti non nasce niente,
dal letame nascono i fior!
From diamonds nothing grows,
but from manure
flowers rise.
Garbage raised me.
Garbage loved me into being.
Garbage taught me to feel deeply,
think clearly,
fight fiercely,
and treat another person's dignity
as something sacred.
Garbage loved me into being.
Garbage taught me to feel deeply,
think clearly,
fight fiercely,
and treat another person's dignity
as something sacred.
December 3, 2025 at 5:28 AM
Garbage raised me.
Garbage loved me into being.
Garbage taught me to feel deeply,
think clearly,
fight fiercely,
and treat another person's dignity
as something sacred.
Garbage loved me into being.
Garbage taught me to feel deeply,
think clearly,
fight fiercely,
and treat another person's dignity
as something sacred.
Garbage taught me this:
No mouth, not even one speaking from a podium,
has the power to turn people into trash.
Call us worthless,
and all you reveal is your own poverty.
No mouth, not even one speaking from a podium,
has the power to turn people into trash.
Call us worthless,
and all you reveal is your own poverty.
December 3, 2025 at 5:28 AM
Garbage taught me this:
No mouth, not even one speaking from a podium,
has the power to turn people into trash.
Call us worthless,
and all you reveal is your own poverty.
No mouth, not even one speaking from a podium,
has the power to turn people into trash.
Call us worthless,
and all you reveal is your own poverty.
Garbage crossed deserts.
Crossed oceans.
Survived colonialism, dictators, and droughts.
Stood in fluorescent-lit offices clutching papers
that spelled their names wrong,
and still found a way to send their children to school.
Crossed oceans.
Survived colonialism, dictators, and droughts.
Stood in fluorescent-lit offices clutching papers
that spelled their names wrong,
and still found a way to send their children to school.
December 3, 2025 at 5:27 AM
Garbage crossed deserts.
Crossed oceans.
Survived colonialism, dictators, and droughts.
Stood in fluorescent-lit offices clutching papers
that spelled their names wrong,
and still found a way to send their children to school.
Crossed oceans.
Survived colonialism, dictators, and droughts.
Stood in fluorescent-lit offices clutching papers
that spelled their names wrong,
and still found a way to send their children to school.
Garbage told me privilege is not a throne.
It's a doorway.
And if it opens easily for me,
my job is to hold it wide,
hold it long,
hold it for as many as I can.
It's a doorway.
And if it opens easily for me,
my job is to hold it wide,
hold it long,
hold it for as many as I can.
December 3, 2025 at 5:27 AM
Garbage told me privilege is not a throne.
It's a doorway.
And if it opens easily for me,
my job is to hold it wide,
hold it long,
hold it for as many as I can.
It's a doorway.
And if it opens easily for me,
my job is to hold it wide,
hold it long,
hold it for as many as I can.
Garbage showed me "the other" is not a stranger,
it's a part of myself I haven't met yet.
Borders? Rumors.
People? Entire nations in a single body.
it's a part of myself I haven't met yet.
Borders? Rumors.
People? Entire nations in a single body.
December 3, 2025 at 5:27 AM
Garbage showed me "the other" is not a stranger,
it's a part of myself I haven't met yet.
Borders? Rumors.
People? Entire nations in a single body.
it's a part of myself I haven't met yet.
Borders? Rumors.
People? Entire nations in a single body.
Garbage taught me not to fear “the other.”
The other was my aunt describing Mogadishu sunsets,
my grandmother speaking in an accent made of two countries,
my cousin styling her hijab to match her sneakers.
The other was my aunt describing Mogadishu sunsets,
my grandmother speaking in an accent made of two countries,
my cousin styling her hijab to match her sneakers.
December 3, 2025 at 5:26 AM
Garbage taught me not to fear “the other.”
The other was my aunt describing Mogadishu sunsets,
my grandmother speaking in an accent made of two countries,
my cousin styling her hijab to match her sneakers.
The other was my aunt describing Mogadishu sunsets,
my grandmother speaking in an accent made of two countries,
my cousin styling her hijab to match her sneakers.
Garbage taught me that reason is a lamp you keep lit
even when the world wants you to burn.
That naming injustice clearly
doesn't require becoming what hatred expects.
even when the world wants you to burn.
That naming injustice clearly
doesn't require becoming what hatred expects.
December 3, 2025 at 5:26 AM
Garbage taught me that reason is a lamp you keep lit
even when the world wants you to burn.
That naming injustice clearly
doesn't require becoming what hatred expects.
even when the world wants you to burn.
That naming injustice clearly
doesn't require becoming what hatred expects.
Garbage taught me that every feeling is welcome.
Rage sits next to tenderness.
Grief beside ridiculous joy.
Nothing shameful.
Everything a sign I'm still alive.
Rage sits next to tenderness.
Grief beside ridiculous joy.
Nothing shameful.
Everything a sign I'm still alive.
December 3, 2025 at 5:25 AM
Garbage taught me that every feeling is welcome.
Rage sits next to tenderness.
Grief beside ridiculous joy.
Nothing shameful.
Everything a sign I'm still alive.
Rage sits next to tenderness.
Grief beside ridiculous joy.
Nothing shameful.
Everything a sign I'm still alive.
Garbage fed me.
Cardamom. Cloves. Cinnamon curling through the air.
Garbage turned refugee camps into neighborhoods,
foreign streets into homes,
and still sent money across oceans
while laughing hard enough to shake the walls.
Cardamom. Cloves. Cinnamon curling through the air.
Garbage turned refugee camps into neighborhoods,
foreign streets into homes,
and still sent money across oceans
while laughing hard enough to shake the walls.
December 3, 2025 at 5:24 AM
Garbage fed me.
Cardamom. Cloves. Cinnamon curling through the air.
Garbage turned refugee camps into neighborhoods,
foreign streets into homes,
and still sent money across oceans
while laughing hard enough to shake the walls.
Cardamom. Cloves. Cinnamon curling through the air.
Garbage turned refugee camps into neighborhoods,
foreign streets into homes,
and still sent money across oceans
while laughing hard enough to shake the walls.
Lol. For a man, for a woman, for a concert, for a play… in the end, it’s mostly for you, whatever gives you that brief moment of lightness. 😉
November 7, 2025 at 2:58 PM
Lol. For a man, for a woman, for a concert, for a play… in the end, it’s mostly for you, whatever gives you that brief moment of lightness. 😉
Or… you could postpone your flight and open the door to either a romantic plot twist or one of the most ridiculous decisions you’ll ever make. Either way, it’s great story material!
November 7, 2025 at 11:56 AM
Or… you could postpone your flight and open the door to either a romantic plot twist or one of the most ridiculous decisions you’ll ever make. Either way, it’s great story material!
This country is all they know. But this country would rather kidnap them, erase them, crush their dreams, and call it law. This is cruelty disguised as order.
September 26, 2025 at 8:18 PM
This country is all they know. But this country would rather kidnap them, erase them, crush their dreams, and call it law. This is cruelty disguised as order.
I know three of those 16,500.
They graduated high school last year. Three young men whose only “weapon” was a desire to do well. They came here with their parents. It was never a choice.
They graduated high school last year. Three young men whose only “weapon” was a desire to do well. They came here with their parents. It was never a choice.
September 26, 2025 at 8:18 PM
I know three of those 16,500.
They graduated high school last year. Three young men whose only “weapon” was a desire to do well. They came here with their parents. It was never a choice.
They graduated high school last year. Three young men whose only “weapon” was a desire to do well. They came here with their parents. It was never a choice.
It's that day!!
Finally listening to #TheDoubleTax
Finally listening to #TheDoubleTax
September 16, 2025 at 10:24 AM
It's that day!!
Finally listening to #TheDoubleTax
Finally listening to #TheDoubleTax
I am sick with sorrow, fear, and anger. We go through drills, we hope it’s never our school, our students, our children, our colleagues.
No more "thoughts and prayers." This is a scream for action and a plea: let us not become numb to this nightmare, let us not accept this as normal.
No more "thoughts and prayers." This is a scream for action and a plea: let us not become numb to this nightmare, let us not accept this as normal.
September 10, 2025 at 11:41 PM
I am sick with sorrow, fear, and anger. We go through drills, we hope it’s never our school, our students, our children, our colleagues.
No more "thoughts and prayers." This is a scream for action and a plea: let us not become numb to this nightmare, let us not accept this as normal.
No more "thoughts and prayers." This is a scream for action and a plea: let us not become numb to this nightmare, let us not accept this as normal.
"We demand that our leaders at every level — local, state, and national — take real, meaningful action to end the epidemic of gun violence in our schools.”
September 10, 2025 at 11:40 PM
"We demand that our leaders at every level — local, state, and national — take real, meaningful action to end the epidemic of gun violence in our schools.”
"If I’m being honest with myself, I always knew it was ‘When’, not ‘if.’"
September 10, 2025 at 11:39 PM
"If I’m being honest with myself, I always knew it was ‘When’, not ‘if.’"
"Honestly, I don't know if our suspect is old enough to even drive."
September 10, 2025 at 11:39 PM
"Honestly, I don't know if our suspect is old enough to even drive."
Just pre-ordered the audiobook! Looking forward to listening to it and seeing you in Washington, D.C., soon!
September 2, 2025 at 11:45 PM
Just pre-ordered the audiobook! Looking forward to listening to it and seeing you in Washington, D.C., soon!