I never thought that sitting outside, the rays of the sun kissing my face and dancing off of my dark skin would feel so rare and necessary. Today is my 53rd day in some type of self-quarantine or shelter-in-place since returning from Thailand at the end of February. I didn't know when I was on… Continue reading Held
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Waiting for the Resurrection
The week began with reports that those whose skin kiss the sun most often already knew: black folk were contracting and dying from COVID-19 at alarming rates. Yet instead of naming the man-made terrains of whiteness - food deserts, poverty, red-lining, environmental and economic racism, to name a few - they label race, not racism,… Continue reading Waiting for the Resurrection
“Black Museum” and the Precipices of Death
In the last episode of season 4 of Black Mirror, "Black Museum," the realities of black suffering and torture on the precipice of death is front and center. I've read several interesting pieces on the episode that discuss a range of topics from black torture porn to black revolt. For me, it isn't just the imprisonment of… Continue reading “Black Museum” and the Precipices of Death
Mornings that Go Up in Flames
On Sunday night I woke up in a panic, with a thick smell of smoke enveloping me. I jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen to make sure nothing was on fire, and checked for any potential gas leaks. As I checked the news and watched as images of towns north of us… Continue reading Mornings that Go Up in Flames
Odelia Younge 