As a Black girl writer, I am attracted to time travel because Oakland, while so beautiful, it is filled with so much death. I remember being on the 57 in ‘08 (last time I lived home), and this dude heard some arguing on the back of the bus, and said “Aye, ya’ll stall that out.” I remember that. I BLOGGED about it. Because he told them, “My daughter done seen 3 people get smoked this year, come on man.” His daughter stood next to him offering testimony. And, they stopped arguing.
Oakland is like that. A little beef on the back of the bus, turning quickly into somebody getting smoked. It is also on the back of the bus, that someone on another occasion, a complete stranger told me that I would be okay, that I would find my way. I didn’t know it but they were right. The 57 bus might be a bit like Medallion in Morrison’s Sula, embodying good and evil, because both exist in the world.
#Blackgirlsarefromthefuture is so concerned with violence it ain’t even funny.
Oakland an intersectional city that can help you find your way.
It’s interesting that she discusses time travel and Oakland. I remember living literally 4 different lifetimes in one day during the time I spent in Oakland. Pain, beauty, disappointment all in one day. Oakland is magic like that.