Perhaps after reading Kiese Laymon’s essay on black artists and black love and OutKast, or after reading Mitchell S. Jackson’s piece on composite fathers, a reader might see those like me anew. Maybe after reading Rachel Kaadzi Ghansah’s essay on Baldwin or Kevin Young’s hilarious essay about Rachel Dolezal and what it means to be black, a reader might cry in sympathy and then rise to laughter, and in doing so, feel kinship.
