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Halimah Abdullah

  • Chief Executive Officer, Domestic Polichick Agency, LLC
Washington, D.C.
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Race, Rights and Power: What’s at Stake in the 2026 Midterm Elections

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By Chandelis Duster Verified, Daniel Mollenkamp Verified, Halimah Abdullah
| The Emancipator Verified
Millions of voters head to the polls in little less than a month in a pivotal election that could determine the future of policies that have disproportionately harmed Black and Brown communities.
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My Founding Father

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By Halimah Abdullah
| The Emancipator Verified
I dream of my late father nightly. Memories preserved as if in amber. The way he would light up with joy and genuine amazement at sometimes the simplest moment, innovations, and revelations. The way our eyes would meet as if we both knew the thing we were witnessing was utterly ridiculous, and we’d chuckle together. No words spoken. But the memories I keep coming back to are at the beginning of my life and the end of his. He was there when I drew my first breath and I was there when he drew his last.
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My Founding Father

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By Halimah Abdullah
| The Emancipator Verified
I dream of my late father nightly. Memories preserved as if in amber. The way he would light up with joy and genuine amazement at sometimes the simplest moment, innovations, and revelations. The way our eyes would meet as if we both knew the thing we were witnessing was utterly ridiculous, and we’d chuckle together. No words spoken. But the memories I keep coming back to are at the beginning of my life and the end of his. He was there when I drew my first breath and I was there when he drew his last.
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