playing spades at a barbecue; hanging out with family members back home, caught mid-laugh. we posed for the camera every chance we got because we understood, though we never spoke it, that we'd exist here—somewhere—forever. there was air in our lungs, fire in our bones. as a black...
Stage 5.75:And this is the part where folks let us know that they’re colorblind and they don’t really see race and “This is clearly not about race, YOU GUISE!” Nope. Not about race at all. Because sure a white man can be seen being KILLED on camera and the Black cop who kill...
We posed for the camera every chance we got because we understood, though we never spoke it, that we'd exist here—somewhere—forever. There was air in our lungs, fire in our bones. As a Black man, my relationship to images is fraught. Fraught in the sense that, if images speak our...