1875. New Orleans.
What we choose to remember from our childhood is but a snapshot. Events that live in our hearts. But what if those same pieces of our past were so ugly, those memories simply weren’t there? How could you live a life devoid of a past? What choices would you make? What if that past nawed at you? Jumped out at you in glimpses?
Add to that the fact that you are a professional black woman in a community that doesn’t even see you. How do you reconcile your missing past with the future that you see for yourself? How will history write your chapter? Will it be “whitewashed”? Fitting a narrative that is far from the truth?
Jumping back to 1875. Post Reconstruction. Waiting another 90 years for anything close to being on equal terms with the community as a whole. That strong black woman, whose shoulders so many other women stood…
Seems odd that in 2024 we are fighting some of the same fights that Skenandore’s main character fought. Equal rights. Reproductive freedom. Remember the past. Learn from it. Work to make the future what we want, as women.
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