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A friend and I had an extensive conversation in which I literally forced him to agree that racism had a hand in the original plan of slavery. We had time on our hands, and we were high from shoving down what would later turn into poop. We were bursting with a raw desire to toss …
Continue reading Willie Lynch’s Letter on ‘How to Make a Slave’ and Personal Musings
The Gallery sat there, overlooking the ocean like a lone traveler taking in the night view of this small coastal suburb. The gallery sat at the brink of the asphalt road and was pretty to look at It had people on long drives by the beach road staring in its direction The ramshackle Trotro buses …
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and …
He knew I liked the dark. He called it the silhouette effect. Of seeing and not seeing entirely. Of inhaling sharply, touching and feeling taut smooth warmth. We drove seeking the dark that night. His signature cologne was held in a dark bottle and I thought it was such a rip-off using a product whose …
