The 72nd Hour and The Good Master

It’s Saturday afternoon, and the black collective now approaches the 72nd hour after the Breonna Taylor verdict. Admittedly, it feels disingenuous writing that last clause, because there was no trial. The verdict was read when the soldiers of white supremacy burst into Breonna Taylor’s apartment in March. Nevertheless, I digress. The white media has predictably…

The Aftertaste of Anti-black Assassination

It’s hard to put my feelings into words. To describe how it feels to live in a world where a wall receives more justice than a black woman who took what would become her last breaths in what the DA refuses to acknowledge as a murder. The grief is a heavy load that weighs down…