By Roughly six weeks ago, after loading almost all of my worldly possessions into a moving truck, relatives helped me pack the rest into two cars and we departed our southwest Greensboro home at about 5 a.m., navigating the freeways past my father’s gravesite at the Ebenezer Baptist Church, on
The Black Urbanist
A Black Queer Disabled Feminist Urbanist Resource created and curated by Kristen E. Jeffers to Defy Gentrification and Craft Liberation
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