Unlike earlier black-power movements that tried to fight or segregate for self-preservation, Black Lives Matter aligns with the dead, continues the mourning, and refuses the forgetting in front of all of us.
When you are alone and too tired even to turn on any of your devices, you let yourself linger in a past stacked among your pillows.
When you’re writing, you think: How does intimacy happen in the work? You don’t know who your reader is, woman, man, child, black person, Asian, who knows?
There are two worlds out there – two Americas out there. If you’re a white person, there’s one way of being a citizen in our country, and if you’re a brown or a black body, there’s another way of being a citizen, and that way is very close to death. It’s very close to the loss of your life.
As African-Americans, that’s what’s being played fast and loose with, our citizenship. When you have the Trayvon Martins and the Michael Browns being shot and killed, it’s because, on a certain level, there is a kind of mutability in the understanding of citizenship around the black body.
I think sports is one of the places where race plays itself out publicly. Although we pretend it doesn’t.
I love language because when it succeeds, for me, it doesn’t just tell me something. It enacts something. It creates something. And it goes both ways. Sometimes it’s violent. Sometimes it hurts you. And sometimes it saves you.