By

Sykina Butts
  The world—the days—was predictable until mid-March. I was certain of what my semester and summer would look like. I would finish my classes in May and head out to Washington, D.C., in June for my summer fellowship. Unfortunately, COVID-19 struck. My college, Delta State University, closed campus, put my classes online, and the rest...
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Dear Godmother Rosie,  I hope this letter finds you well and far away from the panic of Corona!  I was going to start this letter off with the most melodramatic line I could think of: I have failed you! Those words would have given the indication that the content of this letter was going to...
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Impatiently, I waited for the rest of my group to exit the plane. I scanned the line for Elizabeth, Mercedes or Dr. Long. None of them were popping up quickly enough, so I checked to see if there were any free WiFi networks available. A missed call icon showed up on my screen. My Aunt...
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Per my Aunt Becky’s research, the following was true: There were no Black people in Salt Lake City, Utah. Therefore, she reasoned I had no business going there. Her theory ended with me being kidnapped, raped then killed. I rejected both her research and rationale, jumped on an airplane for the first time in my...
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