i finished reading the vintage james baldwin in a chinese restaurant on durant and telegraph. the book came just in time, i was raging after catching some angry from from angryasianman about the murder of a chinese delivery man in queens, new york.
city councilman john liu calls it out as it is: "People worry about a perception that we are not real people, that we really aren't Americans. It's like killing a dog. The notion that an Asian person is not human is what permits two or three 16-year-olds to commit a crime of such brutality."
i was at a loss for words, but james baldwin's my dungeon shook snuck into my mouth and slammed the sentences together for me. read it, really, you gotta.