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I watched a little of Wayne LePierre’s 22 March speech at CPAC. As he spoke, I began to wish that this man, the CEO of the NRA, the head of an immensely powerful and rich organization with unparalleled access to our political leaders, had something better to say. I began to wonder what was inside […]
Indiana by Akil Steamship is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.
This is a poem about how spaces feel. I tried to ask the spaces themselves, so that I would not misrepresent their feelings. They were uncomfortably silent.
Listen to the story. Read the pictures.
Click a photo to enlarge. Then play “The Tipping Point” by The Roots. Repeat for best results.