When We Let Grief Linger
By Anya Sesay February 16, 2023
There is something perpetual about Black death, for me. Something claustrophobic and inescapable and choking, something unbreathable and violent and bleak. That even if all the world were to cry, even if the earth’s screams could exorcize the misery of my innocence lost so young and the heartache that comes with every Black life taken, it wouldn’t be enough.
Sick, in a Grieving Way
By Anya Sesay December 01, 2022
That was when I turned to Harvard & The Legacy of Slavery Report. Reading it made me feel like I was having a spiritual heart attack.
Dear Flyby: Summer Edition
May 10, 2023