He walked up to me, this man on the El’, a stranger, and said the Lord asked him to bless me. His suit was gray, and his tie was… I don’t recall. The essence of caramel tinged his skin, and his eyes, a feast of lime, maize, blueberry, intensified as he spoke— enticed by… what? … More On the El’
Because I can’t find the right prose. Because I am heartsick and furious that hate has been stoked, allowed to fester, and gain a stronghold here, and that so many are content to be silent, complicit in the resulting cruelty. And because my great-grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins were victims of such hate and cruelty…. … More The Color of….