...instead of spreading wildfire, I’d incinerate injustice wherever it lay. Stoke crackling flames and burn bigotry down. Render it erased. Like they did in Minneapolis, on Newark and Detroit’s long, hot summer streets. The “language of the unheard” remains undeterred until all people are free. Hopefully, by the time my next life starts, there’ll be no need to fuel more fires...
Bring Me Back a Bird
