“Now, in contortions she hadn’t learned in class, legs and arms twisted like a dying centipede’s, Cypress vowed on the voices of her dreams; the image of her mother strapped down and bleeding, her father helpless in a glass cell. She vowed to avenge her kin. She swore on the burned limbs of her father…
Author: georgiak
The father, the son, and the Veil that had yet to fall.
In Chapter XI of The Souls of Black Folk, Du Bois recalls the birth and death of his son. Throughout the chapter, the Veil is something Du Bois struggles with: peace in knowing his son never truly fell within its shadow, or grief that his son might have lived in a world in which the Veil…
Black Matter 