Dwelling in Truth

This essay is part of a year long series following one fed-up reader’s white literature “detox.” Read more here, and follow her book list here.

The hood has a parking lot economy. If you drive down certain streets in predominately black neighborhoods, you’ll see tables and tents or sometimes just a pickup with its truck bed door open. Some of the products on offer are regional: fruit and vegetables if you live close to where there are farms, bean pies if your area has a Nation of Islam presence. Most of the products are the same no matter where you are: knockoff designer purses and logo T-shirts, self-published novels, bootleg CDs and DVDs, and every now and again some art. As a kid, whenever my mom would take us to the beauty supply store, we’d almost always see this dude selling Afrocentric wooden statuary and paintings of dark skinned people dressed like Zulu warriors and Ancient Egyptian queens. As an adult I wonder how he possibly made enough money to make it worth his while to be such a constant presence, but at the time I just thought those paintings were cool. Read More Dwelling in Truth

Historical [Fiction] Trauma

This essay is part of a year long series following one fed-up reader’s white literature “detox.” Read more here, and follow her book list here.

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