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.
I tell my students, ‘When you get these jobs that you have been so brilliantly trained for, just remember that your real job is that if you are free, you need to free somebody else. If you have some power, then your job is to empower somebody else. This is not just a grab-bag candy game.