I’ve been reading #1619Project for one day and a stranger
has already told me to “forget about slavery and get on with my life”
It seems bad that I don’t know what that means, not just because my life was
slow before the pandemic, and, at least the most personal and individual bits
have been vaguely submerged since.(I’m not sure I’d ever be able to treat life
as some kind of giant freeway where there’s just a few of us in each car,
pretending we’re alone.)
Not a task for a woman whose tagline used to be “Life is my Adena Watson case,” anyway, though I won’t go full-on Bayliss and try to solve race relations by and for myself.
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