Very important, critical food for thought, particularly for scholars of color (and their family, friends, and allies).
When a person of color is killed by a police officer, or badgeless vigilante, it strikes at the moral fabric of America but more viscerally at the psyche of every person of color with a beating heart. Each strike, blow or shot to their flesh pierces through our collective identity in ways sometimes articulated by great poets, demonstrated by activists old and emerging and mapped by social workers, theorists and spiritual gurus. Much more often, however, we do not have words or faculty to articulate that fire that emanates within our bones; gifting us with a source capable of birthing both revolutionary rage and cancerous infernos. There are simply those things cannot be spoken, because the tongue was never meant to fathom such violences.
“A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.” Maya Angelou
During the most recent trend of state-sanctioned, or…
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