Rebecca O. Johnson
Rebecca O. Johnson
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with low-income communities, it became apparent to me that it was time to take my thoughts out of the closet and into the world.
I am occupied with the environments we traverse in our life journeys, the ecologies that feed us (and deplete us) and that are generally not of our choosing. They span time, personalities, geographies. These ecosystems are sometimes hidden but more frequently await our conscious engagement with them.
One such environment that is currently the focus of much of my writing is the landscape of dispossession. I find this dispossession etched in the very geography of this country --from urban sidewalk murder memorials for youth of color gunned down in the neighborhoods to lonely bridges in west Tennessee that mark particularly gruesome deaths to the great floods (whether 1927 or 2004) that have displaced so many of my people. Of particular interest are the lives of ordinary colored men born at or near the turn of the twentieth century. Their experiences are certainly important to our national identity, but even more significant in the ways they are inscribed on the hearts of those of us who grew up with these men as fathers, uncles, brothers, and friends.
Rebecca O. Johnson
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