Why I Won’t Teach a Book About Police Brutality
Documenting black pain has no entertainment value for me
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4 min readJun 14, 2019
I grew up on the westside of Detroit. A Black enclave.
Once the first smell of BBQ filled the air and warm sunbeams replaced the city’s frigid cold weather, Black children rushed through metal screen doors that squealed until they closed shut to play outside…
