Aisha Ayoosh

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Each day I am learning to live in a town built on the bones of the enslaved. I gasp awake in a country birthed from one terrible wound and then another, and I am unable to ignore America’s own red lineage. Here, no tree is ever just a tree. Here, every rolling field has been nursed on stolen sweat, every green acre sprung from blood. For months, I pull at the terrible thread of America’s past, put my ear up to the gutted voices of Charlottesville’s history, trying to hear lost families in the scattering shrill of cicadas.
How To Say Babylon: A Jamaican memoir
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