Thanks so much to Rose Berger and her article “‘Why Are White People So Mean?’” She has become the first page to which I turn. She listens as a poet to the prophet on the street and sees and hears at a depth. I thought of Amos looking on a basket of fruit set before him and seeing the poor crushed like grapes. I read her account of the train ride when my heart was heavy with the verdict of the Trayvon Martin lynching. It sang my soul’s grief, convicted my heart, and named the powers that possess us. She is a poet exorcist: “Come out of them,” she cries. “Be gone.”
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