No matter how skinny I made myself – and I shrunk into an anorexia of sorts – in society’s mirror I was still not small enough
After George Floyd was killed by the police in Minneapolis, I wrote about all the ways I have had to make myself small living here as a Black man. The question begs to be asked— are my reflections from last summer as true today as they were then? The answer is yes, for one reason: This essay was not a response to George Floyd’s murder but Philando Castile’s in 2017. That it should reappear four years later unchanged is answer enough. There are some stories that we share in the hope of never telling again, so it says something that is a retelling, of the retelling, of a story. “How long must we sing this song?” U2 sangs on Sunday Bloody Sunday. It’s a powerful question, as urgent now and it was in 1983. But the answer never comes –Marlon James
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