Vol. 2, Issue 17

“It was the day before the shooting, and the people we’d met from Knoxville had left Charleston that morning—the city where hate was already hardened into bullets and waiting like ice in a freezer tray. We shrugged off Uncle Jimmy’s stories believing—wrongly, as white folks are prone to—that his ways of thinking were old.“

From Carrie Meadows’s Essay “A Few Hours From Charleston”