At birth, you are given a pair of binoculars that see black life from a distance, never with the texture of intimacy. Those binoculars are privilege; they are status, regardless of your class. In fact the greatest privilege that exists is for white folk to get stopped by a cop and not end up dead when the encounter is over.
I got pulled over for a broken tail-light once, and the worst thing about it was that it delayed my long run on a hot day. Fuck.
We cannot hate you, not really, not most of us; that is our gift to you. We cannot halt you; that is our curse.
I got pulled over for a broken tail-light once, and the worst thing about it was that it delayed my long run on a hot day. Fuck.
Words fail me. Fuck…