Once White in America
Category: POLITICS
Am I black in a cop's hands when he is pushing, pressing hard for dope or a gun or a rope or a knife or a fist?  I am not a black body, yet my body is somehow, somewhere, theirs -- Trayvon's, Emmett's, thousands more at the end of a rope's tight murderous swing.
By Jane Lazarre, ContributorWriter, Journalist, 2015-02-16