Tag Archives: Dancing

Jun 2012

Being white and danc­ing is a les­son, is a bur­den to bear, is a lev­eler, is a kind of unar­guable truth. I would watch Bubba, my friend, my black friend, dance. We were 13. It was so odd to me. … Con­tinue read­ing

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