Marlon James

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Part 10: If He Hollers, Let Him Go by

Most days you just show up—nothing to do, but wait for electricity back home, but today you’re summoned by Hughie because there is a crisis. One of us is going the other way. The crisis that can only be spoken in euphemism because to just say it might bring the curse upon oneself, and AIDS is still judging the planet.

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Part 8: Dum Dum Boys by

Then in September the hurricane comes and flattens the island. The prime minister tells CNN that it looks like Hiroshima, but you’re the only one out of 2.5 million who sees this as a fresh start. Flatten everything. Obliterate everything. Tidal wave wash, gale force sweep, cleanse, rinse, knock those fucking trees down, rip off a roof, rise out of an erased memory, who wanted their fucking name carved in that fucking tree anyway.