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Posts from the ‘justice’ Category

Jul 9

Bamba in Dakar

On my final day in Senegal, I left the comfort of Thies, the friendship of my friends in Darou Mouride and Keur Songo, the routine of waking up each morning and spending the subsequent hours confronting the horrors of abject poverty. I left all these things and more and headed back towards the nation’s capital, Dakar.

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Jun 29

Senegal 313

In Africa

Standing on a rooftop, I looked around, and felt anywhere but home. As far as the eye could see was a morass of concrete and dirt. The thick humid air smelt of smoke. Read more

Nov 19

How You See It

Shortly after the presidential election, I got a call from my dad.

“Do you remember your first interaction with a black man?” he asked. I did not. So he began to tell me a story.

I was three. He and I walked down the street. I probably had a red wagon in tow – it went everywhere in the neighborhood with me. I probably wore black and white saddle shoes – my mother made me, I will resent it till the day I die. Read more