I'm April. I'm Four._Four Lights_Thank you for existing in my life_Stillbirth of a Nation
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I'm April. I'm Four.
I’m April and I’m four. I like it out here on the porch in the sunshine. I can see all the birds and plants and trees and squirrels on my Daddy’swww.onedoor.cc farm. I just sit here and smell the air and watch. I like it outside better than inside. So do my sisters, Maggie and Daisy. We share a room. Our room is where the warm stove is, so it feels good when it’s cold outside. Sometimes we leave our room and get into bed with Daddy. There’s only one other room in the house and that’s the kitchen. Daddy’s cooking always smells good. Daddy’s inside with my sisters. The doctor is there, too. I don’t like go...
Four Lights
T/W: racial violence, abuse“Class, I am so proud of the enthusiasm with which you all have jumped at this Great American Time Capsule project. You have put maximum effort in both the item you plan to put in the capsule and the presentation for why you chose this item. You have all taken very seriously the preservation of our history to future generations.”His tone changes slightly as he comes to stand right in front of me.“You all have done well with the exception of one person.”He looks down at me expectantly, and it’s not because I’m the only black guy in the class. And despite his anticipat...
Thank you for existing in my life
Setting - afterlife“Good morning Jim.” “Good morning Anita. How many people do I have to take care of today?” “Didn’t count but, here’s the list. I think I saw someone from your place.” Jim takes the list and scrolls down the name of places and notices a name called Rick mentioned against Louisville. His hometown. He sees Rick sitting at the right end corner of the hall. He has known so many Ricks in his life, but the surname Anderson sticks out the most. His childhood friend, who he went to college with was Andrew Anderson and had married one of his best friend, Liza. They had a son named Ric...
Stillbirth of a Nation
My hand reaches over the back of his seat. Chloroform sends his mind spinning before he can make a sound. When he’s unconscious I touch the bare skin of his neck and get to work.On a screen plays the 1915 silent film The Birth of a Nation. Hint, it was first called The Clansman. My patient and his friends have a private screening. No one else would watch this shit, hopefully. That’s a lie, there are too many people who still idolise the lynch mobs too cowardly to show their faces.As white men play out racist stereotypes in black face on the screen, Leonard is losing his mind. My touch draws ou...