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“That Stain Is On Our Soul”
As mentioned in the intro to this series, I woke up with a chip on my shoulder the morning following George Floyd’s death. I sat at my desk, ready to pick a fight with Sanford, Florida, though I only lived … Continue reading
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Scaling Mount Dora
In the Navy My friend’s father, was a retired Naval aviator who had been stationed in, and later retired to the Central Florida town where I spent my high school years. The military base was later decommissioned and now known … Continue reading
Royal
When I was a sophomore in (the former “white”) high school, my father shared a conversation he’d had at the local hospital, where he worked as a nurse. He had been told that Jackie Robinson had made his professional debut … Continue reading
Celery City
In the days after George Floyd’s killing, I thought much about racism, my white privilege, and just about everything else. I woke up each morning feeling as though I should write, or say, angry words. And I did. I found … Continue reading