Smith’s voice is drenched with protest, no longer willing to conceive of a reality where black bodies are expected to comply and resist…

The past’s sweetness is distant while its horrors are disturbingly present, and Jodi McCarty stands straddled between them.

by John Baum I’m in line to buy my wife a dress when this guy comes in. It’s raining out, but he’s wearing large black sunglasses, and he doesn’t take them off as he walks around the store. This bothers … Read more