On Nov. 14, the disability justice activist, writer, and self-proclaimed cyborg Alice Wong died in San Francisco. She was 51 years old.

Down to her last words , there was always a fungibility of anger and love in the life of Alice Wong: “I'm honored to be your ancestor and believe disabled oracles like us will light the way to the future. Don't let the bastards grind you down. I love you all.”

I first dove into Wong’s writings in the midst of my burgeoning disabled political identity and heavy chronic pain. Upon returning to college in 2022, I caught COVID-19 immediately for the first and second time. I felt ashamed for being angry—about the lifting of COVID-19 protocols, reactions from select students and faculty, and developing long COVID from two individuals walking around unmasked

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