As BLM signals support for Hamas, Patrisse Khan-Cullors’ memoir reads more like prophecy. When they call you a terrorist, Patrisse, they just might be right.
I usually walk past the open-air bookseller on the corner of 68th and Columbus without a second thought, but last weekend, a book stopped me in my tracks. Its bright jewel-toned jacket colors set it apart from piles of other homeless tomes strewn atop a folding table, waiting for second, third and fourth sets of hands to claim them, leaf through their pages, and rescue their sentiments from obscurity.
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