It’s been difficult sleeping with the images. Strung out on both sides of the bed, of myself, or my family being lynched by passersby. Where non-black friends are held back, held down and forced to witness my stringing up while I struggle and grasp for breath through tears and hiccups, unable to scream, unable to do anything as chuckling hoards heave-ho on the rope. I hear scratching at dirt, and clawing at fabric, and bursts of “no, No, NO” as my feet leave the ground and I see God in a manner of which I am ashamed.
[Although brief, this statement is the sum of my worst fears that came to light in the days following November 8th. It took a while for me to figure out how to put it in words.]
– JC Walton
JC Walton is a full-time writer/editor at public affairs agency Subject Matter, based in Washington, D.C. Born and raised in Cincinnati, O.H., she holds a degree in Writing Seminars with a concentration in Fiction from the Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore, M.D.
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