Breonna Taylor
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Our Children
You are fourteen,and despite the childish laughter—the one smoother than the fresh coat of loveon a baby’s skin—your mothers must warn youthat certain skin toneswon’t allow you to flash open innocence. You are not allowed to purchase candy,tell jokes,or ring the wrong doorbell. Certain histories won’t let you forget the presentor permit childhood to take… Continue reading
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Will There Be a Fire Next Time?
“I am very worried about the state of the civilization which produced that photograph of the white cop standing on that Negro woman’s neck in Birmingham in 1963.” – Lorraine Hansberry Fifty years from now, when you do not see protests on the news, sixty years from now, when George Floyd’s blood has dried up,… Continue reading
