Uxoricide: When love becomes a death sentence to Black women

Uxoricide: When love becomes a death sentence to Black women

I am tired of writing their names in the past tense. I am tired of watching our community lower its voice when a Black woman turns up dead in the home she shared with the man who was supposed to be her protector.  I am tired of the flowers, the candlelight vigils, and the social media tributes that fade by the following Sunday. And I am deeply, profoundly tired of our collective willingness to call this anything other than what it is. Men killin…