Dead Black Boy Magic: How mental health stigmas compound with anti-queerness to kill our children
I carry a combination of marginal identities that hold an enduring need for self-sufficiency and suffering.
I carry a combination of marginal identities that hold an enduring need for self-sufficiency and suffering.
The impact of being uglified has real, painful, and pervasive consequences.
There are folks in close proximity to us that will never know how and why we despair because they haven’t made space for us to be anything but strong. And it is killing us.
Escape is little more than retreat, but Liberation is the creation of something you don’t need to escape from.
Suffering, or the evidence of, is something the children of Slavery cannot disengage. We must face it. We must properly defend our dead.
Without intending to, I subconsciously isolated Blackness from disability as if our history and our present doesnât reflect thatâas if the term âdisabledâ is not perpetually expanding and contracting to accommodate a plethora of other experiences.
When we collapse children’s autonomy in both fictive and lived realities, we undermine their ability to contemplate nuance.
These threats came with an inadvertent price - a polluted perception towards my own mother-country.
It is exhausting to always be this vigilant, and all too often it is still not enough.
These two moments are linked not only by the NYPDâs long standing racism and inadequacy, but theyâre also linked through their re-traumatization of our community. These two moments demonstrate that Black pain only gets widespread acknowledgement when itâs distant enough from outsidersâ daily lives to consume.