Educated: A Memoir

I had begun to understand that we had lent our voices to a discourse whose sole purpose was to dehumanize and brutalize others—because nurturing that discourse was easier, because retaining power always feels like the way forward.

apricots

WAITING FOR CHRISTMAS THAT year felt like waiting to walk off the edge of a cliff.

A doctor stopped Mother and asked why she’d been at the birth in the first place. She smiled at the

reverberation

morphine

welded

colluded

It had never occurred to me that my voice might be as strong as theirs.