Death and Memory From Mississippi to Chicago
My grandfather died on Christmas Eve. I never knew him, but his legend still hangs over me. Even though I’m named
Read moreMy grandfather died on Christmas Eve. I never knew him, but his legend still hangs over me. Even though I’m named
Read moreI spent my Sundays in November photographing in Clarksville—a neighborhood in Austin, Texas, which was founded by freedpeople after the
Read moreAs monuments to white supremacists, slavery-defenders, and Confederate leaders continue to be torn down by politicians or by the people’s
Read moreThis post is part of our online roundtable on Judith Weisenfeld’s New World A-Coming Judith Weisenfeld’s New World A-Coming: Black Religion and Racial
Read moreSeptember has become the month to remember disasters. Apart from September 11, there is the memory of the aftermath of
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