A powerful account of children abandoned in Romanian institutions in indescribably grim conditions and utterly ignored, and the life that one amongst them has gone on to lead.
In Letter to my Son, Ta-Nehisi Coates writes of acts of violence against black people: “The destroyers will rarely be held accountable. Mostly they will receive pensions. There is nothing uniquely evil in these destroyers or even in this moment. The destroyers are merely men enforcing the whims of our country, correctly interpreting its heritage and legacy. This legacy aspires to the shackling of black bodies.”
The author of this piece looking to help readers finding the pandemic hard to comprehend outlined its scope as “everything from the virus itself to the symptoms it causes, from deceptive numbers to swirling misinformation, from our desire for simple narratives to the nature of expertise in a crisis too large for any one person to grasp.”