When They Call You a Terrorist: A Black Lives Matter Memoir

by Patrisse Khan-Cullors

She did not tell them to clean up their lives or go and sin no more. She did not tell them they were the blessed of the earth, its inheriting meek or its glorybound pure. She told them that the only grace they could have was the grace they could imagine.

I start to feel something like home in my own skin and sinew, bones and blood. I want this never to end. To go on and on. To forever be the normal I know. Only nothing is forever.

this is a nation founded on addiction—the production of rum and other alcohols, tobacco, sugar.