Miraci is being the one thing blackness has always been forced to be even when unwilling—political.
Moving home to Newark has been a surreal experience because I have had to mourn places that once were, but are no longer.
There are rules to who gets to live the American dream, and who doesn’t.
As a child growing up in a landlocked state, I’d imagined the flock of gulls as a cloud of wings, calls sounding like laughter. Now I was struggling to grasp all that we’d lost.
“I console myself regularly with the fact that the problem is not unique to me, that young people everywhere are trying to figure it out.”
The magic of the Bandikui church is that it stays, rests, and remains, despite the world moving on and away from it.
I grew up in the in-between: white, Hispanic, a pigment of mixtures that blended unevenly.
In Hindi, you don’t say ‘sorry;’ you ask for forgiveness. So, growing up, I made the mistake of apologizing for who I am.
“Nobody will stop a young blond girl, that’s the truth,” you said. This was when I grew angry with you, when I wanted to scrap our week-old friendship.
“I felt as if the world was coming to an end.”