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