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BROOKLYN BAD BOYZ: THE NIGHT I WAS SHOT
The rainy night I was shot three times often replays in my mind like a bad movie. It was November 16th, 2011, and I was standing outside...
Country Cousins: On MLK, Southern Rap and Racism
As a native New Yorker, “Down South” seemed like a scary place, until a visit to Mississippi forced me to confront my own prejudices....
