Experiences of Racism
I experience myself as living in a racist society.
I experience myself as living in a racist society.
Every moment of my life, I am carried by magic.
Should the man save the stranger or his wife?
If there’s a God, He must come meet me here. I no longer wish to travel.
Death was my companion on this walk.
“Do you want the rest of the seal,” he asked? “Or can I finish it?”
Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches and yet a little way beyond the outworks of our divining, perhaps we would endure our sadnesses with greater confidence than our joys.
Is this world not enough?
Later, in the marketplaces and harbours of the ancient world, in temples and sacred groves, in Athens and Sicily, in Megara and Italy, they would whisper the stories to each other.
It was the morning of 6th July, 2012. I was hungover but happy. I had no smartphone in those days so, happily unaware of the
He was the son of a stonemason and a midwife. Neither rich nor poor, neither aristocratic nor a peasant … every year, thousands of boys like