"Hood shit is not a thumbnail.Or a cool meme for water cooler gossip. Bodies get caught in winds regularly. People really die here, but people also have babies and fall in love and do things in-between the birth and the casket, but still. There are too many pictures. They’ll rename your ghetto to make it pretty, but it was pretty before the Barclays, and SoBro, or before the hipsters came and named turkey sandwiches and ice creams after blocks; the same blocks where boys buried other boys and poured liquor until the bottle broke in their hands, either from the grip or the ghosts.
It is not a literary trope when I tell you these tales are not lifted from Homicideor some other book written by White hands to paint Black lives. It becomes zoo-like; the romanticizing of a culture and a people and a community. They love glamorizing hood shit. They being whoever doesn’t understand the mechanics of the politics involved. There is governance here. There are rules, spoken and unspoken."
This is beautiful prose
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