Letter from Cleveland
Ali Black
A week ago, I was up during the middle of the night trying to figure out if I was really having chest pains or if I was just tripping. Until now, I didn’t realize that these chest pains could have been attributed to the murder of Ahmaud Arbery or the exhausting situation between Amy Cooper and Christian Cooper. And before that, I felt more panic and pressure from trying to help a black mother help her son finish an English assignment minutes before the deadline to make sure he’d graduate from high school...
