Kearston

“My gaze landed and stuck on deep brown skin, covered with the blue-black lines of permanent graffiti. It swathed both of his arms – powerful arms, with thick biceps – disappearing under the tight-fitting sleeves of a black tee shirt that stretched over his chest, then appearing again at his neck, stopping somewhere under his jaw. The glossy ends of two braids rested on his shoulders, their origins hidden under a black cap pulled backward on his head. He had kind eyes, and that made me feel a little safer. Just a little.”
― Christina C. Jones, Wonder

“What the hell are you talkin about, man? Black power is not just the opposite of white power! It’s black people’s way of trying to get a piece of what we earned from this racist-ass country. We’d gladly share power—if white folks were willing. But they ain’t! And that’s the problem!”
― Daniel Black, Don't Cry for Me

“And just like that, it all clicks. I am screaming out to finally hear my own voice. My summer. My time here. My broken heart that shattered like the storm to which I am bearing witness. My heart is being forced, just like this island, to change. And in this moment of melancholy and excitement, I finally understand exactly what Andre meant. There is beauty in destruction.”
― Asha Ashanti Bromfield, Hurricane Summer

“His father did not reply. He walked on out of the woodlot”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden