Sublime

For those of us of African descent, the reconstruction never ended.

In 1979, police officers chased thirty-three-year-old insurance salesman Arthur McDuffie on his motorcycle, claiming he’d made a vulgar gesture at them. When McDuffie toppled off the bike, police removed his helmet, beat him to death, and then replaced the helmet. My father used to have a copy of a poem about this event on his wall, titled “Who Kil

New Museum—

an avowed partisan of the underclass, the marginalized, the poor.

devote its talents to reproducing in its own literature the typology of diabolism it wanted to leave behind?

online spaces reproduce and perhaps even heighten forms of racial injury,

generative aliveness,