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As demonstrations unfold across the country in defense of black life and in protest of racism and police brutality, 433 is offering our site to people who would like to use it as an avenue of expression and a space to process their understanding of the tragedy with which we are all wrestling.

We have reserved the first week of June exclusively for these voices, but we will continue to add to this series as long as we receive submissions. This is not a crisis with a determinate beginning and end, but rather a heightened moment of awareness of a systemic tragedy transpiring over generations. 

And Then Comes a Lynching

Gabriel Noel

“This image of terror, and the thoughts of terror that circled it, brought back to me the conviction that here I was witnessing another manifestation of the tragedy of the United States.”

Why We Can’t Breathe

Regina A. Bernard

“It’s becoming murky. The names, the incidents, the actual meaning of our liberties and our injustices and our existences, all muddled.”

Floating Bodies

Itua Uduebo

“I believe they tried to warn me and turn the plane homewards”

Dispatch from a City in Flames — Seeking Silence in Minneapolis: Day 5

Elexis Trinity

“The helicopters overhead have syncopated with the birds, but all I can hear is the music of my community peacefully chanting:

I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I (still) can’t breathe.”

“If he’s not ready to clean his house…it should catch on fire.”

Malcolm X

“We have to go to the root. We have to go to the cause.”

The Playground is Burning

Sage Ravenwood

BINGHAMTON, NY: Early in the morning on June 1, 2020, someone set fire to the OurSpace Playground in Recreation Park.

Watching You Sleep

Kay Bell

“I pray your America won’t be whitewashed in self-hatred
and your dreams more than clichéd metaphors

I also pray I haven’t disappointed you”

It Is Still Monday

Gabriel Noel

“That anger says that it will always be Monday, that the pattern I’m seeing will repeat in perpetuity, that there is nothing to be done but to smash everything in the house and be tied to a chestnut tree.”

Drops

Itua Uduebo

“They say enough drops fill the well
Watery graves fill the slowest”

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My Mind is Shot

Jasmyn Stokes

“Every time I see a cop, I feel the need to throw my hands up.”

Living Dead

Faith Brown

On movements to raise the dead, then and now.

Hard Rain

Ken Carlson

I like it when it rains; like my mom used to say, it makes the flowers grow.

Marching Down Gravier Street

Clarise Quintero

With Mardi Gras over and the second lines on hold, New Orleans marches on in defense of Black life.

Fruit Flies

Schroeder Barteaux

A sudden eruption dislodges a parasite from its host, but for how long?

6 ft.

Liyah Iman

"For us, living,
really living,
was never in the picture.”

Memories of Henrietta Butler, Formerly Enslaved

Henrietta Butler

On Juneteenth, remembering the history of slavery through the words of Henrietta Butler, formerly enslaved. 

We Hold These Truths

Mitchell Nobis

I dream of my children sleeping through nights.

To Be Heard

TaNia Donatto

Your last breath
will not be
the final time
you are heard.