Rae Jefferson

Baylor University is where I learned to be Black. In 2012, I found myself in the six percent of Black students in a sea of more than 15,000. Having avoided a reckoning with my own skin prior to setting foot on campus as a freshman, I was almost immediately blindsided by my own identity. Blackness […]

In the furthest seat of the furthest row, she sits. Before the sun, she rose. And now, she rides. She is the heartbeat, and she knows it. Not with her mind. But with her hands, with her back, with her feet. She rests her eyes, which daily see what only sees through her. Yet, she