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Policing Our Emotions

Policing Our Emotions

The light turned red about two full seconds before my father sped through the intersection that day, and It just so happened that a police officer was perched perpendicular to our trajectory, and in perfect position to pull us over. His lights glared, his siren...
Why Grieve for Trayvon?

Why Grieve for Trayvon?

When the traffic came to a sudden standstill about a half-mile shy of the Seminary Ave exit on the 580 last night at about 10:45pm, I dialed my dad to ask him to put my daughter to bed for the night. She had spent the day with her “Nene” and...