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I have been thinking about the Post-it notes detail in Rukmini Callimachi& #39;s story on Breonna Taylor ever since it was published. https://www.nytimes.com/2020/08/30/us/breonna-taylor-police-killing.html">https://www.nytimes.com/2020/08/3...
It is the kind of detail that haunts me. It took me a couple of weeks ago to get to the root of the haunting. Post-it notes are about actualizing, yes. They are also about *buy-in*. In the smallest ways, Breonna had bought into the entire ball of wax:
the metaphors of mobility, the aspirations, the social contract. Misanthropes and fatalists don& #39;t strategize futures with Post-it notes. Writing your life onto a Post-it is an oddly hopeful thing to do.
Her hope just sat in my stomach, still sits there. She looks like my cousins and like the girl-women who come to me at my mom& #39;s church wanting the scoop on college or student loans or some boy she is dragging behind her.
All of the ways that Black women buy-in and then struggle to map out the structure& #39;s weakest points, knowing intuitively that those weaknesses are our only hope for a little peace and happiness.
Those tiny structural weaknesses on tiny scraps of sticky paper haunt me because even that was too much for a Black woman to hope for.
