the changes have taught me how to best exploit that singular gift of study, to question what I see, then to question what I see after that, because the questions matter as much, perhaps more than, the answers.

ago—the craft of writing as the art of thinking.

They have forgotten, because to remember would tumble them out of the beautiful Dream and force them to live down here with us, down here in the world. I am convinced that the Dreamers, at least the Dreamers of today, would rather live white than live free.

And that right has always given them meaning, has always meant that there was someone down in the valley because a mountain is not a mountain if

I devoured the books because they were the rays of light peeking out from the doorframe, and perhaps past that door there was another world, one beyond the gripping fear that undergirded the Dream.

The problem with the police is not that they are fascist pigs but that our country is ruled by majoritarian pigs.

body because neither security nor sanctity existed in the first place.

Americans believe in the reality of “race” as a defined, indubitable feature of the natural world.

You are all we have, and you come to us endangered.