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Did they hear the mobs coming? Were there warnings ahead of time—whispers over the wire, soldier instincts astir, sympathetic officials pulling aside favored servants or even clandestine lovers and telling them to brace for attack? What could they do, those proud but powerless people, in a country where no law protected them and even basic human decency turned its back? Where could they go, with no ancestral homes to return to and no one to rely on but themselves?
Reading this while sitting in Florida as Ron DeSantis rages his anti-woke racist war against critical race theory just after pushing "Don't say Gay" past the 3rd grade and into universities… Do I know anyone who would or could warn me?
“Vete pa la pinga!”
go f**k yourself
The courtyard is a drum circle, incorporated into neighborhood design rather than pushed into a park or empty lot the way it would be in New York, and treated not as a nuisance but as part of the city’s beauty. Some of the larger drum circles are arranged in such a way that the sounds from one get picked up by any others nearby, forming a network that sends their echoes throughout the whole city. With many feet moving in rhythm, or several musicians, the effect would be incredible. A whole city built for music and dance. She could live here,
She hates that she suddenly has “friends” she neither knows nor trusts, and even that the racists are just ordinary hateful people instead of fitting into Staten’s unique brand of pro-Wu-Tang anti-Blackness.
So true, this line had me … NK Jemisin simply hit it.
kind of change that Making New York Great Again actually demands is a bridge way too far. What the slogan really means is Make New York What It Never Has Been except in the fevered imaginations of people who would destroy what they can’t (or won’t) understand.
Neek is some kind of polymath genius, self-educated and unacknowledged because Americans don’t actually seem to like when people who aren’t well-off white men turn out to be smart.
“We can’t do it on our own because you motherfuckers had like a thousand years to handle this shit yourselves and you didn’t. Sitting around calling yourselves ‘the Summit’ like that means something. Letting new cities die and blaming ’em for it! So either sit your bitch asses down, or shut the fuck up and help. Do or die, show and prove. Can’t be no in-between.”
best way to say & explain ride or die
