America, behind the moon
November 10, 2024
About grief, and resistance
As fate would have it, I was the one who got to tell my mother about John F. Kennedy’s assassination, in late November 1963. I was six.
It was a long enough walk from Los Rios Elementary School to our two-story house in Corozal, so a classmate’s mother saw me traipsing along and offered me a ride. It was a beautiful, tropical…
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