Jamil Smith

928 days ago

The final line of Clint Smith's exceptional New Yorker essay will haunt me for quite a while. Probably the best thing I've read about Tamir Rice this year.

The Stories Tamir Rice Makes Us Remember

newyorker.com

Each holiday season, as family members arrive and couches are unfolded, my household settles into a palpable nostalgia. Poorly designed photo albums are pulled from the shelves. Home videos of prepubescent siblings in matching pajamas dance across the television screen.