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When Your Body Saves Your Life

I was seventeen years old the second time someone pointed a loaded gun at my face. Of course, it was the police, of course I hadn’t broken any laws or even committed a misdemeanor, of course it was because my skin is black.

Of course, it was because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and that wrong place in the alley behind my apartment building and that wrong time was Los Angeles, California April 29, 1992 4:48 in the afternoon.




Momentum is a blog that captures and reflects the moment we find ourselves in, one where rampant anti-Black racism is leading to violence, trauma, protest, reflection, sorrow, and more. Momentum doesn’t look away when the news cycle shifts.

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