finding the dead: another kind of fugitive map
I have spent most of my life being afraid of the the dead, death, and dying
Maybe this is in part due to the reality that much of being black + death isn't peaceful. Death conjures state-sanctioned violence, terror, pain, and, even commodification. Dying, death, and the dead rarely feel like the natural outcomes of life. instead, they often occur prematurely in black folks lives, underscoring the desired end goal of an anti-black world.
This reality of the living leaves my spirit drained, my soul depleted, and my emotional exhausted. But as I am learning, to fight against these attacks on the body, mind, soul, and spirit requires that I shed my fear of the dead because of they are my weapons against the living.
I am begging to talk to the dead.
so how does a fugitive do so?
a fugitive finds portals such as altars, Graveyards, swamps, praise houses, and, bibles to connect the physical world and spiritual realms. These liminal spaces are maps to ourselves.