Trolling with snow is fun. I saw a group of teens make big snow bricks and they made a wall in the middle of the side street. Then some woman drove up and didnt know what to do. She just sat in her car for 10 minutes.
That night, before I could finish the piece, I was held on a rooftop in Haiti and raped repeatedly by one of the very men who I had spent the bulk of my life advocating for.
Not once did I envision myself becoming a receptacle for a Black man’s rage at the white world, but that is what I became. While I take issue with my brother’s behavior, I’m grateful for the experience.