If I kill a cop it will be because “I feared for my life”: because I saw a gun, because I thought I saw a gun, because he was reaching for a gun that I never saw and was never there, because he was approaching me, because I heard a sound. Or, more likely, because […] […]Read more "If I kill a cop (a repost)"
When you get tired of dying before your eighteenth birthday and when you’re tired of hearing that you’re worthless anyway, that protest sign, you will put down and the fire in your soul will burn through your body that is four hundred years old. When you get tired of police brutality and the injustice of […] […]Read more "When You Get Goddamn Tired…..! — Shelby Courtland [reblog]"
Teach Us to Number Our Days In the old neighborhood, each funeral parlor is more elaborate than the last. The alleys smell of cops, pistols bumping their thighs, each chamber steeled with a slim blue bullet. Low-rent balconies stacked to the sky. A boy plays tic-tac-toe on a moon crossed by TV antennae, dreams […]Read more
Welcome to my first book review blog post ever. I was never good at book reports in school, so I’ll keep it short and just include a few excerpts that spoke to me. I read[cover to cover] about six books last year, but Between the World and Me was the one that really resonated. I […]Read more "If you’re Black, you were born in jail."