Billie Holiday’s centennial birthday and the ‘celebratory’ invocation of her renowned Strange Fruit make this moment in U.S. history more poignant as yet another Black son/brother/nephew/friend is added to the ever-growing list of persons killed for living while Black. North, South, East, and West of the land Black blood and flesh are fertilizing yet another generation of trees from which Strange Fruit are set to bear by the gun or the noose. The killing has been rampant; and so too are the shame, excuses, disregard, denial, all in an effort to make sense of the killings. But, when can anyone make sense of addictive actions and responses?
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