Credit: Ali Ahmad DANESH / Pexels Emily Dickinson once wrote about hope. She said, “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops… at all.” Her words were the beginning of a poem on how hope quietly sustains the human spirit during the worst of times. Written in 1862, I allow myself to think that hope perched in the souls of Black folk… perched in the souls of the enslaved at the da…
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