Two years ago today, the three of us began Crips for eSims for Gaza. Alice, are you reading this? (We know you are.) It’s the 3rd xmas Leah has had a “Free Palestine In Our Lifetime” sign up w/ their holiday decorations. It’s the third xmas Jane has been sending & topping up eSIMs, now w/ many others. Two years ago, we launched Crips on Christmas, just two months & two weeks or so into the accelerated g-side, as a crip effort of hope, solidarity & radical love.
Today, on the two-year anniversary of our project, we continue crip-steadfast. We’re launching something special we’ve been working on, something we’re grateful Alice was able to see before her passing & was excited for too: our official logo!
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The phenomenal @fleshknife designed these collaboratively w/ fellow eSimmers, beginning w/ doodles on a big sheet of paper. We thought of Toni Cade Bambara’s words: “As a culture worker who belongs to an oppressed people my job is to make revolution irresistible.” We thought of how the eSIM chip sits tall w/ dignity like the land & the people of the land.
This logo was inspired by the oranges of Palestine, the routes, fishing nets, & olive leaves of kufiyas fuelling resistance & connection, & the brilliant logo of our friends @gazaonline_. Sunny also channeled the art of Barabones, who designed many of our posters, & the colours in @ndn_bebop’s posters.
Despite a “ceasefire,” our work is far from done. Daily we see evidence of continued violence – over 400 Palestinians killed by the IOF since Oct 10th, including 157 children. Send us a gift via our Chuffed/tell a friend to keep us out the red!
Alice taught us a lot about crip steadfastness & adaptation in the face of uncertainty & oppression. In so many ways we never thought we’d be here, still doing this two years later, weathering the storm of grief from losing Alice from this earthly plane. In other ways, maybe this logo is part of the good in that steadfastness–that we are continuing as part of building alternative systems that, god willing, will lead to a thriving, free & autonomous Palestine.
Til freedom. In love & disabled Asian persistence,
Alice, Jane & Leah <3
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Alice Wong was Crips for eSims for Gaza, and Everything to Us
Jane Shi and Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha
ID a collage digital portrait by Jennifer White-Johnson, featuring Alice Wong, an Asian American woman in a wheelchair with a tracheostomy at her neck connected to a ventilator. She’s wearing a pink plaid shirt, pink pants, and a magenta lip color. She is surrounded with red-orange, yellow, and white flowers and behind it a grainy lavender shaded background
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When we wrote last month “How long can we keep this up? Are we going to be doing this forever?” we never thought it might mean we, Jane and Leah, would be asked to keep Crips for eSims for Gaza going without our cherished friend, older sister, auntie. Alice Wong.
Jane texted Leah at midnight EST asking, TW for news of a death in thecommunity; can I share?, hidden by the spoiler function on Signal. Leah was about to go to sleep on day 11 of healing from a hip replacement surgery, but said, yes, butplease tell me it’s not Alice. It was.
We are heartbroken, in shock, and devastated. Coming on the heels of so many disabled deaths this past year or more (because what is time)—Patty Berne, Miss Major Griffin-Gracy, jes sasche, Tinu Abayomi-Paul, Peta Pottinger, Lilac Vylette Maldonado, Leslie Lee III, and more, it’s as Imani Barbarin says in her tribute to Alice on TikTok: “It’s really profoundly hard watching disabled people die over and over and over again who mattered to the disability community. Alice Wong wasn’t just a disability advocate, she was someone that took other disabled people along for the ride. . . .she’s one of the very few people I could say I know what my future could look like as a disabled person.” Jane is feeling confused because didn’t Alice email her thirteen days ago?! Leah is feeling brain fucked because back in June Alice and them were texting about Patty Berne’s death and talking about how they needed a group of surviving disability justice organizers and artists over fifty. And now here we are.
We are also autistic “OK WHAT DO WE DO NOW?” about it all.
It is so important that Alice is honored and remembered. And we believe Alice would also want us to have time to fall apart, to grieve, to keen and wail.
Alice was the crip aunt and big sister of our triad. She loved us. She sent us gifts of fancy Korean tea and handwritten postcards and books and zines and stickers of bears, spoons, cats, and mushrooms. She texted us about how our cats were doing, asked Jane for advice about getting her first tattoo, and texted Leah a photo of Alice holding a koala named Stacey and telling Leah their surgery would go well on hip replacement day, a week and change before Alice died. She was the framework, the bulwark—the person with big dreams and a big life who built a big framework for disabled ideas and organizing. Leah thinks of her as the person in the movement with the most executive function. Jane thinks of her as a fellow foodie and fellow “graphic design in my passion” meme-schemer, shitposter extraordinaire who introduced her to the coolest, most badass disabled QTIBIPOC cuties across the world. Leah didn’t want to write for anyone but Alice for the last eight years. Jane feels the same way.
ID: Graphic with a black background with a photo of Ernie, an orange cat peering out of a white litter box with a haunting expression. Large text in white reads, I POOP ON COLONIZERS. Below are hashtags: #FreePalestine #FreeGaza #AltTextPalestine #CatsForGaza
Alice was also one of the first disabled people with a big platform who came out unquestioningly as pro-Palestinian liberation and against the escalated genocide in Gaza in 2023. She did not give a fuck who had something to say about it—and plenty of people did; she faced enormous pushback. Even/and because of, being in the middle of adapting and surviving her life-changing medical crisis in 2022, she put it all on the line for Gaza.
Alice cared about us as writers, as organizers, as people who have dreams for a better world just like she did. She wanted us to thrive. She saw us as we wanted ourselves seen: as people who did things, as people who had things to say, and as people with a world to change, and new worlds to create. She gave us space to be mad writers and mad organizers in long stretches of time, deadline- and pressure-free, when life gets hard, and ample space to come back when we get up again. We were always invited back on the ride. We were never disposable to her. We all could make mistakes and grow and blossom, together.
We were part of a constellation of disabled writers and organizers building and creating together, learning about each other across disability, neurodivergent, mad experiences, and so on. A constellation of disabled oracles, cyborgs, shapeshifters, and troublemakers that watched over each other just as we stuck it to the ableist world beyond.
This “connective tissue” of care is how Crips for eSims for Gaza came about in the first place: we launched our project exactly when we did, and not a moment sooner, on Christmas Day 2023, because of the space and care that she gave to each of us.
Alice’s friend Sandy Ho, Steven Thrasher, and many others point out how funny Alice was and we firmly agree. We are so sad that she couldn’t read this hilarious parody obit from NYT pitchbot, created upon the request of Steven (because Alice also loved the account):
ID: A circular display pic of the New York Times Office
“NY Times Pitchbot @nytpitchbot.bsky.socal
To Alice Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything
You were a hero to Asian Americans, drag queens and people with disabilities around the world. May you do what you wanna do as your chariot carries you over the rainbow.
by Maureen Dowd
November 16, 2025 at 9:06 AM Everybody can reply”
We wish Alice were here editing this Google doc with us, the way we wrote everything we wrote for Crips together in late night crip google docs over multiple time zones, telling Jane which of her title ideas are her favourite, adding in her own paragraphs and one-liners, approving Leah using the f word, linking a definition so everyone knows where to find more information on a person or an unfamiliar concept. We wish her cats, Bert and Ernie, could spend decades more with their beloved mum, as the most spoiled feline anti-monarchy princes in all the animal kingdom. We wish we all had more days, and late nights, with Alice.
To know Alice over the decade+ of DVP was to watch someone brilliant and progressive become steadily more radical. Leah remembers when Alice would say “I don’t know if I’m radical enough to be a part of disability justice” in the early days of knowing each other, but it became clear that Alice was pretty goddamn disability justice. The stances she took against successive U.S. federal governments as they consistently abandoned disabled/high-risk people were clear. So was her opposition to U.S. militarism. She spread the word about the expansion of Medical Assistance in Dying in so-called Canada as a threat of eugenics legislating poor disabled people to death. She pursued strategies of both building and sustaining her own disabled media empire through DVP and self-publishing, and through publishing in mainstream media—aiming for maximum distribution and access while refusing to sacrifice or water down her politics or voice.
Her radicalism was nowhere more apparent than in her commitment to a free Palestine and her understanding of Palestinian liberation and the liberation of all people struggling to survive war, occupation, colonization and genocide as at the heart of disability justice. She published disabled Palestinian writers, created the Palestine x Disability Justice syllabus and used her creative shitposting skills to make memes like the one above. With her #DisabledRage project with Finnegan Shannon, she didn’t hesitate to include “ISRAEL IS KILLING AND DISABLING PALESTINIANS EVERY DAY #DISABLED RAGE” in her posters.
Some people may have sometimes initially viewed Alice as a nice Asian disabled lady, a respectable figure of inspiration porn. Alice was nothing of the sort. She was clear—and became more and more brave and vulnerable about sharing — how she was a true weirdo freak who loved pleasure unapologetically, an Asian disabled radical and someone who was not there to make people feel better or go along with the okie doke. Alice was also keenly interested in what younger disabled people have to say, making us her teachers just as we learned from her. She knew, as she wrote in her speculative obituary, “Future Notice,” at the end ofYear of the Tiger, that the work long-term was for “the next generation of disabled cyborgs” and oracles, and many more, to come along to bring change to the world as she has.
One of the things that meant the most to us was viewing Gaza Funds tweet after her passing:
“We are reading al fati7a on the soul of our dear Alice, who will be written into the history of our liberation for her work in keeping our people connected over the last 2 years of genocide. It was an honor to experience your time on earth, ya Alice.”
ID: Image of screenshot of Gaza Funds tweet reading “We are reading al fati7a on the soul of our dear Alice, who will be written into the history of our liberation for her work in keeping our people connected over the last 2 years of genocide. It was an honor to experience your time on earth, ya Alice.” and then the dua in Arabic: “ان لله وان اليه راجعون” (inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajioon; “to Allah we belong and to Allah we shall return”)
Alice was so proud of our project. Every time Jane sent her new milestones and gratitude pouring in from Palestinians on the ground and in diaspora, she would respond with a jubilant, “AWESOME!” Just two weeks ago, Alice beamed her appreciation at how Crips for eSims for Gaza utilized our respective skills and gifts so beautifully and has been able to keep things going so smoothly for this long, despite it all. How we did any of it at all was because of Alice, because Alice believed in us and our work, because she believed in the power of collective action and disabled mutual aid.
It was an honor and a gift to be able to be her friends, her loved ones, her comrades, to dream this big dream together. There is a huge hole in our hearts where she was. We want another universe where she got to live to die at 96 as she wrote in her memoir—living on the moon and being in an all-Asian disabled punk band. With the “abolition of carceral institutions such as psychiatric hospitals, nursing homes, and prisons.” With a free Palestine where Wifi runs on Palestinian-made technology.
Well, we’re all going to have to make that happen still, with Alice looking over us—set list direction and al—always and forever. “Don’t let the bastards grind you down.” We won’t.
From Alice Wong’s “Future Notice” in Year of the Tiger: “Instead of flowers, donations can be made to your local animal shelter, food bank, library, or mutual-aid collective”:
Just in the last few weeks, the three of us were exchanging texts on our group Signal chat about how we had to document how we made Crips for eSims over the last two years—the internal moments, realizations, big challenges and learnings we had along the way and how we managed to work together for two years with zero internal drama and a lot of amazing blooming of our work and our connections to Palestine. Alice was enthusiastic about this idea. In her honour, we vow to make this happen to the best of our abilities. Stay tuned.
ID a screenshot of a message from Alice Wong with a pink profile pic with “AW” in it, with her name “Alice Wong” in green and the background being black, and the bubble text being dark grey. The text was sent at 5:44pm, October 28th, 2025 and received two red heart reactions.
In grief and solidarity,
Jane and Leah
P.S. Please image-describe your photos of Alice when you share them! Do not misattribute quotes that someone else wrote to Alice! Actually mask up like she wanted us to, the pandemic is ongoing. Take care of yourselves. Free Palestine, Sudan, Congo and your block!
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welcome back. it’s an october monday and the winds are swirling out there. my cat is staring out the window dirty from where the AC got yanked out a couple weeks ago to where the leaves are finally turning yellow and falling. it’s diwali and I’m a little melancholy, from a variety of factors but also maybe from remembering in my body what new year’s was like last year, gearing up for trump 2.0, and being like, soon it will be a year of this shit. mrrph.
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I guess technically I don’t “have to” write another post this month due to metrics I set myself because I posted the crips for e sims 2 year post, but i wanted to.
show is up for another two weeks closing on halloween. you can see in person in toronto or you can go here and here to book a times to see it virtually. there’s only 3-4 more days of those open, so please do book one if you want to see it. also please write about it if you feel so inclined, you don’t have to be a fancy art reviewer, I’d love to see disabled and otherwise folks recording their encounters and impressions of the show. the show is not just me being like look how cool I am, it’s an attempt at one reflective archive of DJ artwork through time. please be archive4archive. the audience is half of the show, makes the show.
I’m getting a hip replacement in two weeks so after a year of much activity and a fair amount recent travel. I’m heading into chrysalis time right now. doing lots of pre-surgery prep, both the buying a walker and getting my scrips kind and also spiritually preparing for this huge bodily transition. so you might see less of me for a minute, but also likelihood is I’ll be home healing and receiving this ceramic replacement for where my stage five avascular necrosis melted the top of my femur for some weeks, so may be bored and fucking around on the internet. we’ll see.
bone magic. i asked my surgeon if I could get my bone after they cut what’s left of it out, and he laughed and then said no, really, he’d get really sued by penn. I can maybe get a photograph, maybe I’ll be really lucky and can stick it in my pocket quick. what a thing, to choose to alter tissue that has always been yours and not get to keep it.
somatic shit. sometimes bones just die and no one knows why. on the other hand, I always associated my hip trauma with my CSA. my sliding scale naturopath said, yeah, maybe all you carried for all these years, maybe you worked a lot of it out, maybe your hip carried that trauma really, really hardbody and worked real hard and is now done, and now the surgeon gets to go in and clean what died out and scaffold you back out stronger. ( one thing- the thing about getting to get older while disabled and not die is that there really is debility. )
it’s wild to be trying to trust the medical industrial complex when it kills people, and when I have a long history of evading and avoiding it for most of my life, and was raised by my mother especially to lie to and evade doctors at every opportunity. walking into the beast, who we have to interact with to get things we need. someone asked why I was afraid of dying when this surgery has such a high success rate and I said: because friends have died after surgery, because I don’t trust the system in general not to do an oops. I don’t trust the system in general not to kill or wreck us when it says it’s saving us.
I’ve also had friends who died out of delayed or denied surgery, and friends who lived due to surgery. so there’s that. I have medicaid for now, let’s get it while we can.
it’s also about the intimate geography of your body. i know and love my limp, know the feel of my femoral head moving around in my pelvis and how i can shove it back into place by clenching my ass. so much total hip replacement media is about, let’s get you back to normal! no cane after a week! “gait retraining” what the fuck. i love my cane and don’t plan on breaking up with her. I don’t want to be fixed into non disability which, good news isn’t possible. still.
I have two pieces in this book. one co-written with Jane Shi to newer/other disability justice organizers about when everything is falling apart. one solo that’s about what happens when people you love and/or maybe were angry at in movement die by suicide. that one’s extra risky and tender, handle with care. check it out if you so inclined.
I got to go see The Next TiMes on closing night of the NYC premier- I was texting Alice like, good luck with the show, and she was like um the last one is tonight. see it if you can when it tours and goes virtual. two decades of getting to see disabled artwork and the art is the thing, but it’s also equally getting to do a sociological survey every time of- what’s the crowd like, the vibe? what are the new developements in the culture of crip nightclubbing this time?
this one was the kiss of intergen. there’s crip queers in their 20s who came up right into DJ and crips in their 60s or 70s who predated it and sometimes look askance and begrudging at it. whites but a panapoly of Black and brown disability too. snazzy dressers. rollerators everywhere. everyone lined up for the access elevator. running into folks you only see IRL every few years. acccess signage saying this is an aisle seat, if you need it for an easier transfer it’s yours! a double sensory room with- finally! I have wanted this for years- one room where you could view the show on a screen with headphones in and captions, but not surrounded by a hundred plus people while you did it. nonalc apricot toasting champagne. a venmo with the next tips written on it by the bartender. everyone masked, hot masks with good colors for free. sensory kits with stim toys passed around. people looking tired as hell like they’d been fighting five wars and people jubilant with good news. sometimes people were both.
embroidered touchable mel baggs quote pillow on the sensory room altar, by Alex Salerno (full text and image description of work here.)
It’s important to find where we need to be. And then be there. Thoroughly be there. Do there. Whether it makes sense on the surface or not...
this was the first time I got to experience the poetic audio description I and others have done for KL shows live in Audimance, and while the bluetooth glitched a bit on my headphones lending a delay, it was really something to get to spatially play with the tracks. you can make your own mix!!
Rachel started the show by saying, I come to you from a lineage of disability, my mother helped me through my chasm, she wasn’t able to be here but… and I got choked up feeling lineage, in these next times.
This work is designed to be experienced in any version or combination of sound, sight, and vibration. Access is both intrinsic to the performed work and flexibly provided according to audience member choice.
Performances will include ASL interpretation pre- and post-performance; there is no spoken text. Artistic music and sound captions will be available via CART, streamtext, and your own personal device. A dedicated haptic experience will be available at some seats. We work with all venues to create expanded accessible seating. Audio Description will be available through Audimance, with multiple content and experience options. Orientation and assistance with the app will be available pre-show at the venue, along with a tactile experience of set, prop, and costumes.
There are no strobe lighting effects. There are moving lights and animated projections. Some sections include mirrored props and scenic elements which can create a sparkling or reflective effect.
Audience members are welcome to exit and reenter the space at any time during performances. Quiet space and sensory kits will be available before, during, and after all performances.
Installation elements, if present, will include visual, auditory, tactile, and haptic interactivity.”
a reportback from getting to leave the imperial core
I didn’t leave the u.s. since trump got elected again. I almost went in July when I was in Detroit, but had a really bad feeling and realized after some card pulls and talks with friends that, right- I needed to tighten up my digital and personal security before i did a trip that involved crossing back into the state(s). that was partially it, partially I had other things going on, including being committed to here, but partially mostly also, it was about a below the surface knowing of, if I get a break from this bullshit. even a little bit, it’s going to be hard to come back to it. the united statesian mega doom cloud. nowhere is utopia, least of all canada, but almost every place is abetter than here. I feel like I, we, have got by in the 10 months we’ve been in this recent iteration by…. head down, head up, enduring it, discipline, disassociation. joy yes but also a certain endurance shut down. i knew it would feel like a cleaned wound sharp to be someplace where the ambient doom cloud pierced with shrieks wasn’t.
but I had the show in Toronto so I oiled up the car (the jiffy lube and the protective oil way both) and set forth.
crossing into canada was fine because I have the priv of dual citizenship. my early 20s self was very smart when they looked around and read the signs. the border guard was a punjabi femme in her 30s with ironed straight hair and matte brick red lipstick, what’s all that stuff in the back? a medical kit, water, emergency car supplies- i live in the u.s. I don’t trust anything. well, that’s smart, given what’s going on. welcome back! my friend texted, how does it feel after i texted the got through safety text, i was like, there’s no lights on most canadian highways and people drive the speed limit, which is fiftyfive. my allostatic load unclenched 30 percent.
there’s a grief broken bone ache when what you’ve had to get used to living with gets to thaw. there’s also a storm everywhere, the weather patterns are just different.
scene report southern ontario: canadian flags everywhere including in every aisle of the grocery store, but also on every other house. about not wanting to be invaded by the u.s. but also a visibility resurgence of the same old white settler canadian racism. I got screamed at by racist white people twice in my old neighborhood in toronto, something that hadn’t happened in decades of living there and wouldn’t have for all the decades this was a nice regular Black and brown working neighborhood. a certain unhinged white uptight incel rage ready to pop at any moment vibe not dissimilar to the united statesian version but with its own upper canada anglican passive aggressive flare. I told friends, I felt safer in the states because it feels like the lines are clearer even if they’re more horrible. i felt safer in canada because the risk of getting shot is less. everyone i know in toronto looked harried, hassled. i work so much it’s sad, a friend said. everything is expensive and the vibes are tight.
there were also stars and vegetables that taste like food in the grocery store. smaller cities felt better? the everyday chll of my family’s local rec center where we took ther kid for five dollar karate lessons.
and there was being there to help make a disabled art show that was different than most I’ve seen the u.s.. not the completely self funded DIY outside kins, or the shmancy funded from foundations/ universities in some way kind , out of necessity because access costs money.
this was something different: not total crusty and not funded by academia or the ford foundation either, but a nice community art space gallery that wasn’t High Art World (but in the 401 richmond building so nice enough) with enough federal arts grant money to pay for the ASL video vlog translation of the exhibition statement, to get snacks from the palestinian bakery, to pay people not-rolling-in-it money, but something, to be on panels to talk about working class crip art then and now and for me to come. some place staffed by mostly disabled Asian and Indigenous folks, who wanted to create a welcoming home for the disabled work, who wanted to honor the work not in a, you made it into institutionality congrats yr real way. but in a something completely different way.
a different, working cultural worker disabled way of holding the work.
here’s the videos of the two panels, the first is me and Zavisha sharing tall tales of when we met in the 90s and 2001, the second is me, Annanda DeSilva, Wy Joung Kou, and Gem Hall talking disabled art now, and flashing back to when they all met me because I was the teaching artist in various youth art programs and was generous with the tokens and the snacks.
there’s a through line in both , about disabled and mad and ND art then (and now) happening and flourishing outside of any space that would’ve said, This Is A Disabled Youth Art Program- because we were evading capture and diagnosis and being under a microscope- and instead happening with us just being fucked up and big feelings at a table.
cripple road dog
it’s also a privilege, a thing not taken for granted, to be disabled and get to move around.
a lot of the time the process of getting all my shit into the bags, down the stairs and into the car is harder than the actual drive. in fact this was the hardest part of this one and I ended up sitting defeated looking at the bags and then texting my friend for help with both the physical and the mental load of dragging all this shit down the stairs and out of my home the safe place.
Sometimes the drive feels like razor blades into raw meat into lot of little hot pieces of gravel in my hip, or an overall bodily moaning and well fuck, I guess we just have to, grit our teeth and do it. But a lot of the time in this current body, my car really is a big trak chair with storage and a battery that only runs out every five or six hours of highway drving or so (gas.) driving is great. five hundred miles is not nothing but goes swiftly.
cripple road dogging also involves things like screaming voice memos into my phone one handed while driving 90 MPH with the other (only on straightaway, smaller roads where no one is on the highway, I promise. Maybe) and allowing myself to stop and take breathers. Shoving hippie slim jims and rice cakes in my mouth. I have way stations and crash spots, hideaways and land I need to visit. my childhood dream came through come true.
on one of the voice memo exchanges to my friend s, bemoaning my first three days in west end toronto which finally, I have to admit, has bitten the bullet of not just coffee shop gentro but giant development 34 story condo no parking death star, she says, you’ve always been diasporic. People envy that. You have homes where you can be roommates with people all over. You weave network back and forth. bring the news.
indeed. Though there’s been stretches of time where I have been grounded I have also done that service- gotten on planes, trains, megabusses and my car and gone places to talk and meet. I’ve had the opportunity that kind of life gives you, of getting to see your friends and maintaining family all over. There’s also a Rom proverb my friend keeps reminding me of that says, a rabbit with only one hole gets shot. That part. I
I know I’ve gone off here and elsewhere about leaning into a monastic life, about being home rooted, about privacy and turning inward as pandemic fascist time strategies. that’s all real. and i also don’t want to give up the improbably cripple universal, the highwire act that gets you to get to be everywhere you can get to, all the ways you hustle and finagle your way down the stairs and out the window to get there. I don’t want to give up the right to mobility, the bliss of the road and the wind in my hair through the window. the getting to be a web weaver, to get the fuck out of dodge, to see what people and our people are doing different places, to carry the news there and the news home.
our people travelled disabled just like I have been living with chronic pain all my adult life but been a sick slow walker, a crip dancer who closed down the club.
as the clampdown continues, let us find a way to not cede any of our territories and remember the old ways of doing so.
there’s more, but that’s it for now. see you on the flip and in the whirlwind.
til next,
L
ps: missing and mourning D’Angelo, this is my friend DuiJi Mshinda‘s digital altar for him. find one of my favorite recent recordings of his here.
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A statue of George Washington in Washington, DC. The statue’s face is wrapped in a kuffiyah, it is wearing a Palestinian flag as a cape, and is holding another Palestinian flag. There are various stickers on the chest and body.
by Jane Shi, Alice Wong and Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha
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Two years, what the fuck. It really has been two years to the day since Israel’s heightened and prolonged genocide against the Palestinian people in Gaza. According to UN Special Rapporteur for the Occupied Palestinian Territories Francesca Albanese, Israel has killed–directly and indirectly–more than 680,000 people in Gaza since October 7th, 2023.
Every life taken in this genocide is the destruction of an entire universe. As we mourn this catastrophe alongside the many other genocides around the world, and alongside the fascism growing and fomenting in our own countries, we refuse to live as if business can continue as normal. Instead, we live dreaming of a free Palestine where people can roam without being bombed, starved, humiliated, displaced, tortured, and forced to film the destruction of their homelands for an uncaring and unmoving world.
We live our disabled lives imagining a free Palestine where orange groves and olive trees and poppies grow; where children, families, villages, and sacred sites flourish from interdependent relationships with the land. And we act dreaming of disability justice futures in solidarity with oppressed people everywhere, from Coast Salish territories to Sudan, from Ohlone to Congo, from Lenapehoking to the West Bank, and so on.
Nearly two years ago, we began raising funds for eSIMs, calling on fellow disabled people around the world to throw sand into the gears of genocide. Palestinian poet Rasha Abdulhadi’s words have resonated with us deeply because the act of throwing sand–small and multiple–into giant gears reminds us of what disabled people can do with our collective power. We do this understanding this genocide is also a mass disabling event and that disabled Gazans face incredible challenges surviving displacement and getting their needs met. As if this needs reminding, there is no disability justice without Palestinian liberation. And yet, here we are with many of our disabled colleagues who support the military industrial complex and Zionism. The work continues, and we keep throwing sand into the machinery of imperialism, until Palestine is free.
For nearly two years, together with all of you, we have used our collective power to send over 57,000 eSIMs and top ups, providing thousands of Palestinian families, journalists, students, professors, healthcare workers, and everyday people with the bare minimum they need to communicate with one another. Some of our eSims have been continuously used since last summer.
Despite the repeated attacks on telecommunication networks and the intermittent dips in public attention on the atrocities in Gaza–funded directly by our respective governments in the United States and Canada, Crips for eSims for Gaza has been holding steady. In the last few months, we have raised enough funds to regularly reimburse our volunteers, support Gaza Online, Watermelon Warriors, Najungi, and of course, Connecting Humanity.
In less than two years, we raised over $3M CAD ($2.18M USD) and spent roughly 99% of it. We watched as usage of our eSims dipped and increased. We continued to find hacks to reduce costs and save time. We worked on incredible community fundraising efforts mobilizing authors, game developers (raising over $100K USD from our Itch Bundle!), artists, and had a booth at the SF Zine Fest where Barabones debuted Jane Shi and Barabones’ zine,long live itsy bee: an adaptation of Mummy Joe’s “itsy bee and the royal flea” that imagines the titular dog aboard a Gaza freedom flotilla.
Our efforts are a small portion of the real needs on the ground, a need directly proportional to the violence Israel is inflicting on Palestinian people. This is especially true with reports of Israel’s plans to destroy Gaza City. The more we learn about the devastating situation on the ground, the more we realize our efforts have saved lives, and have helped people graduate university, work, and promote their own survival funds. We also learn, with immense pain, that there are countless more we can support, hoping that against all odds, people in Gaza can survive with the connections from our eSIMs, alongside many other crucial mutual aid efforts that fight against forced starvation, elimination, and genocide. If you are able, please support our efforts or share the link to our crowdfunding page.
What’s next? Will we be doing this forever? How long can we keep this going?
If nothing else, the last two years have given us an opportunity to learn from Palestinian persistence and to marry it with our own Crip persistence that sometimes slugs forward like a snail, slow but steady, and sometimes leaps in a wild disabled network of people plugging in and going fast to get eSIMs out every time the IOF causes a communications blackout again. We learned a lot and continue to be committed to the goal of a free Palestine.
Thank you so much for trusting in us and believing in us. This work is not over. Palestinians in Gaza have not given up, and neither will we.
In solidarity,
Jane Shi, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha, and Alice Wong
A person with pale-tan skin with her body away from the camera but her face smiling towards it. She’s wearing a blue jean jacket that reads “Nobody Loves You” in the back, embroidered in white calligraphy. Her hair is nearly shoulder-length with dark red highlights at the end and she’s wearing large round black-gray glasses. The background is a park during the day-time. Photo credit: Joy Gyamfi
Leah, a nonbinary Sri Lankan/ white femme smirks at the camera, they are wearing an olive green cut off shirt with three swords poking into a heart and a gold chain necklace, blue and brown curly hair with a fresh silver side shave, looking speculatively at the viewer while seated in a car.
Alice Wong, Asian American woman in a wheelchair with a tracheostomy at her neck connected to a ventilator. She’s wearing a pink plaid shirt, pink pants, and a magenta lip color. She is smiling and behind her are a bunch of tall prehistoric looking plants. Photo credit: Allison Busch Photography.
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22 protesting outside the psych ward to age fifty on the beach
hey all,
happy early fall from day 2 of the install of this body keeps me up at night show. I am really fucking tired right now but also Happy to Be Alive and getting to make gay disabled freak art in Toronto.
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There will be a short performance by the forever homie heroes LalForest and me talking and sharing some work ;) plus snacks by Palestine Bakeshop and samosas from your untie’s fav Scarborough spot. You can also invite people to the godamn Facebook event for the launch bc Zuch will not allow me to invite more than fifty people total.
if you can’t make it, please come through and check out the work and show. it’s up til october 31.
if you can’t make it to t’karonto, there are also multiple ways to book a virtual docent tour:
Rosa Robot tour - robot tour that you can drive from your computer independently”
back in the day? two siblings chat about making working class disabled/ Crazy art from the 1990s to now. a conversation between Zavisha Chromicz and Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha
September 24 2025 1:00-2:30pm EST
Disabled/ queer/trans/ BIPOC artists have been building movements and creating art before “disability justice” was a name. Come hang out with Zavisha Chromicz and Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha as they reflect on their 30 year friendship, the ways they made crip art in cheap apartments on no money for healing and survival in the 90s and oughts, and how they’re making art work now . As part of This body keeps me up at night: 30 Years of LLPS, come witness these friends and comrades tracing working-class disabled, neurodivergent and survivor artwork practices across time
about the panelist friend:
Zavisha Chromicz (b. 1972, Poland) self-identifies as a queer fat trans mixed Roma self-taught artist who has been making community-based mixed media and fibre art for over 20 years. They have consistently made art as a medicine for survival. Their work explores disability in throwaway culture and the joy of queer debauchery, and honours the survivors of childhood and ancestral trauma. Early collaborators includes Will Munro.
They have worked on numerous community and fibre-based projects that explore trauma healing through pleasure, decadence and queer family making, colonialism and sexual violence, and disability justice. From 2003-2006 Chromicz was a member and co-facilitator of West Side Stitches, a queer punk makers collective by Will Munro and Jeremy Laing. Participants used and taught stitching, embroidery, applique, faggoting and many other fabric art and costuming techniques to make street art, costumes, installations and public art. From 2015-2016 Chromicz collaborated with Leroi Newbold on the Freedom Fighter Puppetry series for Black Lives Matter, Toronto.
Zoom accessibility: There will be ASL interpretation and auto-captioning available. For the Q&A portion, you can turn your microphones on to ask a question, or type your question using the Q&A function on Zoom, and someone will read it out for you. You can also ask a question in ASL by turning on your video. We invite you to make your space as comfortable as possible - move around, sit or lay down, have food or a drink nearby, and let us know using the chat function on Zoom if we can help with any access needs.
Come to this panel discussion with LLPS and disabled and neurodivergent artists Annanda DeSilva, Gem Hall and Wy Joung Kou. we’ll talk about coming into becoming artists/ making art as disability justice was emerging, and making disabled disability justice artwork now. Hang out with us as we talk about the current state of DJ art and the future giant challenges we imagine and big dreams we desire to manifest.
about the panelists:
Annanda DeSilva (she/they) is a mixed-race, chronically ill queer artist, born and raised in Tkaronto/ Toronto. Steeped for forty years in the city that shaped her, Annanda is now making art and building relationships with people and land in a small town in Mi’Kma’ki / Nova Scotia. Their practice includes community skill sharing, “trash” repurposing and improvised/ adapted techniques in painting, fibre arts, poetry and collage.
Gem Hall is a community based mixed media artist with a focus on illustration, film, costume design, makeup art, textiles, writing, harp, ritual & working with plants as a means of survival & language for existing between many worlds & ways of being. They are also deeply engaged in non-institutional care work including 1-on-1 & group peer support, tarot reading, assistance for queer & trans artists & writers living with disabilities, abuse survivor safety protocols, death & grief work, as well as cultural support in the Roma, Gypsy & Traveller community.
Wy Joung Kou is an interdisciplinary artist and arts worker based in Toronto. Their body of work includes mosaic, public art, performance, composition, video and installation. Wy-J has exhibited, produced commissioned work, and gained recognition as an independent mosaic artist within the Toronto disability arts sector. They have been a Performing Member of RAW Taiko since 2019 and a core staff member as of 2023. Prior to that, they worked for nearly a decade with ReDefine Arts in the realms of community-engaged art, permanent public art, large scale mosaic production, digital storytelling, and more. www.wyjoungkou.com
Zoom accessibility: There will be ASL interpretation and auto-captioning available. For the Q&A portion, you can turn your microphones on to ask a question, or type your question using the Q&A function on Zoom, and someone will read it out for you. You can also ask a question in ASL by turning on your video. We invite you to make your space as comfortable as possible - move around, sit or lay down, have food or a drink nearby, and let us know using the chat function on Zoom if we can help with any access needs.
Registration Link: TBD, watch this space
thanks for playing. what a time to be gay and alive, indeed.
love
L
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