If You Call, I Will Be Okay.

A Tribute To My Uncle, And A Personal Meditation On Black Love Getting Us Through Trump.

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I was both infirmed and numb in this year of our hellish discontent, and then I couldn’t be. A month before the Pandemic hit, I lost the closest mentor in my life, the 5th (and last) member of my family who had died within a 2-and-a-half-year period. When George Floyd was brutally murdered on camera, I was receiving…