vol. 1
January 6th, 2021 videos and news reports showed unimaginable scenes. My heart lurched in my chest as I recalled the many names I had marched for, generations I had spoken for, countless ways I’d demanded so many freedoms. Debates over whose lives matter flashed in my head while I counted the lives I knew gone for much less than this.
And then a white man who had attended to one of my organizing events left this voicemail on my phone. The only weapon I chose was my pen.
If Black Power was a badass Black woman speaking on behalf of every pissed off negro that came before her… If she remembered every fucked up thing that Grand Master white supremacy did to screw her over.. if she was over it and she was coming back to get all her ancestors’ shit…
This is what that would sound like.