SOMETIMES A BOOK IS LIFE, NOT ART T. K. touches the searing, life-or-death buttons of life. Would you, dear writer, dare to do the same?
Blue Angels: Times When I Needed a Policeman Once, I misread a sign directing cars around a construction site and found myself driving against an empty oncoming traffic lane, the only one available to me, at least as I had interpreted the sign. When I saw the flashing red light of a police car behind me, I realized I might have made aContinue reading “Blue Angels: Times When I Needed a Policeman”
Weehawken Traffic Court I’m an old white lady. They’re not going to shoot me, probably. But black men have been pulled over and subsequently shot for a malfunctioning headlight, or, like Trayvon Martin, for nothing at all.