The trajectory of blackness is always forward, up, away. On and on, on to the next, next 15 one coming, we shall overcome, move bitch, I’m not gon’ stop, I’m …
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The Galveston Giant
April 5th, 1915 The spectators still keep pouring in. The racetrack in sweltering Havana. White Americans and Europeans stream alongside Cuban men in in suits and panama hats as …
The Acts of God
The flood started with a flood. Sure, there was a certain wayward trickle of Blackness that found itself absorbed into Ellison’s cans of paint in places like St. Louis and …