Every time someone sees me as either white or black, I wonder, is passing an act of capitulation, or resistance? A rejection of identity, or of identification?
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Every time someone sees me as either white or black, I wonder, is passing an act of capitulation, or resistance? A rejection of identity, or of identification?
When the Gaias were murdered, Mississippi lost one of the finest guitarists in a generation and a well-loved daughter, sister and friend. Decades later, the slayings still haunt the Delta.
After their peak in the 1980s and 1990s, material premiums have become an increasingly rare advertising tactic.
My hometown is famous for a hate crime, and ten years after that murder, it’s not clear much progress has been made.
Finding myself in a sport that always felt connected to my father’s rage and regret.
Talking to poets abroad about their complicated, sometimes fractured relationships with their homeland.
I thought I could escape my jail kid past in an idyllic southern city. But trouble found me, and not everyone I knew got out alive.
The dubious distinction, and literary legacy, of Leo Szilard, the physicist and writer “who did the most to create the atomic bomb, and the most to stop it.”
First Nations people don’t believe in crossing the border, but the imaginary boundaries we’re forced to move between can create very real divides.
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