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    Looking for the Body: JonBenet Ramsey, Super Predators, & Missing Black Children

    By Myles E. Johnson @hausmuva

    In 1996, Hillary Clinton made the speech that includes her now infamous “super predators” line; a line that has echoed in the past year as a phrase specifically used to criminalize black youth. What also happened in 1996 is JonBenet Ramsey was brutally killed in her own home at the age of six-years-old and this event fascinated the American public. The echoes of these two events are still culturally heard today.

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    A Reading of "A Seat at the Table" as a Revival for Black Millennials

    By Ron E. Lynch, Jr. @atlasrey

    Our parents and grandparents have spent lifetimes trying to find the good and God in every damned situation that Black Americans have endured over the course of America’s reign of terror. And for a brief stint of our adolescents, we, the Black youth of the millennium, in some way, have feverishly tried to continue the traditions of those who stood over us. Despite our best efforts, we were never enough. We were never quite respectable enough or religious enough or man or woman enough. We never mastered the ability to be their dream despite our lived nightmares.

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    Bleeding Walls: How We Hang Black Art in Our Homes

    By Joel L. Daniels @JoelakaMaG | Photo By Carrie Mae Weems

    My mother hangs pictures on her Bronx apartment walls of Black art and well known Black figures as if she knows them, as if she drew them herself, the pride she feels for the pieces. In the bathroom are art pieces not for museums, but for Black home love ritual practitioners: pictures of Black men dressed as kings, with Black women queens holding on to the veiny brown muscles of their lovers, with poetry about love and needs and wants and the art of shouldering, of carrying melanin for and with the one you have been chosen to make life with; another one of a Black girl, hair like a hundred militants posing for a photo, more poetry underneath, this time, something more along the lines of living your life for you. There may be an air of goat soup scraping the cupboards, faint aromas of Dominica and ginger beer, coke and Rum stained glasses. In the kitchen, the magnets coloring the fridge, a collage of traveled islands, wedding dates, to-do’s, ghosts dancing near the stove, waiting for bacalao and salmon cakes.

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