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A secret letter, a political message, a kindergarten rebel
By Our ReadersOctober 2018Our God is the God of the widow and the orphan and the stranger, a God who says, “If you harm them, their cries will reach me.”
By Laura Esther WolfsonOctober 2018September 2018I learned a history not then written in books but one passed from generation to generation on the steps of moonlit porches and beside dying fires in one-room houses, a history of great-grandparents and of slavery and of the days following slavery; of those who lived still not free, yet who would not let their spirits be enslaved.
Mildred D. Taylor
Featuring Akhim Yuseff Cabey, Ross Gay, Charlotte D. Staelin, and more.
September 2018Hasty judgments, classroom taunts, racial epithets
By Our ReadersSeptember 2018This is where we are right now. It’s a racial stalemate we’ve been stuck in for years. Contrary to the claims of some of my critics, black and white, I have never been so naive as to believe that we can get beyond our racial divisions in a single election cycle, or with a single candidate — particularly a candidacy as imperfect as my own.
By Barack ObamaSeptember 2018The morning after my fourth-grade teacher / taught my class about the Holocaust / (how Christians like Mom were safe, Jews / like Dad were sent to camps in cattle cars)
By Emily SernakerSeptember 2018[Black people have] learned a lot from being invisible, spit on, dishonored, and devalued. One thing we’ve learned is that when you have been terrorized, it is spiritually empty to terrorize others back.
By Judith HertogSeptember 2018Featuring Lorenzo Milam, Tram Nguyen, Brian Doyle, and more.
July 2018June 2018It was the last day of school, and I was walking with my dad. . . . Suddenly, he paused, looked at me intently, and said, “Son, you’re a black male, and that’s two strikes against you.” To the general public, anything that I did would be perceived as malicious and deserving of severe punishment, and I had to govern myself accordingly. I was seven years old.
Robert Stephens
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