Woman cries while a blackman fucks her
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It was an ugly cry, with my head hung over, my mouth gaping and upturned, my eyes clamped tight.
As I followed in a slow procession of people inching toward the coffin, I understood why.
It wasn't defined by anger, and I didn't try to suppress it.
I try not to create narratives.
When I went beyond just defending myself and tried to use force to teach people lessons about my own power and strength, I saw in myself the kind of internal brokenness I despised.
Illustration by Seth Laupus The first place I faced some of these obstacles was in the classroom.
This is art responding to a brutal and greedy society with even more brutality and greed.
It's hard for me to even imagine his brown, freckled face turned up in agony with tears streaming down those stubbled jowls.
Like many young black men searching for an identity, I bought a leather jacket and a beret before I ever critically read the works of Karl Marx and Frantz Fanon.