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she’s white and her bosses are black, and it’s 1977.

Shanti

She was the only black woman at our college party. Tall, muscular, with bittersweet chocolate skin and striking brown eyes that pinned you, like daggers, to your own truth. Everyone noticed Shanti, especially my white Catholic boyfriend. We sat in … Continue reading

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Get Up, Stand Up

We threw open the windows. Our skin baked in the hot summer sun. Sweat soaked our shirts, cooling our backs in the swimming southern heat. We were a crop of do-gooder church Caucasians in our stride, riding down to Greenwood, … Continue reading

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Fluorescence

They jumped Double Dutch, while we jumped single line. They were wiry, athletic, and they kicked up their legs so high between the dicing ropes that sometimes we saw their underpants. We were always orderly. We jumped one at a … Continue reading

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Chapter 1 (tk)

The thing I noticed most, upon coming to The Call, were the floors. Aqua asphalt tile floors, covered in part with luxurious white shag. TK

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