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“Try as I might to ignore the brown of my hands, it betrayed me as Other constantly in the world of White celebration. I was different; I always knew. I was brown, but there was another difference that I did not share with my brother and sister. I sat at a crossroads: I did not understand myself but wanted to.”
Read More"It is in such murky waters that Machiavelli still swims, helping us out even now with the necessary language to rationalize the accidental civilian casualties caused when we use remote-controlled drones to assassinate suspected terrorists in foreign lands, not to mention the cumulative collateral damage of our recent wars in Iraq, Afghanistan, and Syria."
Read More“The rain sounded like applause. Applause is something I can’t hear, but when the whole room begins to vibrate I sense it perfectly, it reverberates in my chest and sets off visions in red. Those hands were clapping to celebrate the rising tension of this perfect family tableau. The grand finale, it seemed, was on the way.”
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