Meanwhile, four marked and unmarked cars full of white cops pull up to make a further spectacle of a young black male already in handcuffs. I watch (does that help at all?) as one of the cops says, “This is just a misdemeanor, right? I’m not going to pull a rock out or something?” So much for innocence presumed. My life is to wear all black as the cops wave, his is not “just” as justice ill-defined. I go buy my things from the store. I go home. I go. Even unremarked you can’t tell me this doesn’t leave marks. You can’t tell me there is a single temporality. Abolish the police, abolish prison.
A debt / Grief is also