Say Something Real

By Michelle Bryant

Michelle Bryant

Dear Assata,

Now that you have passed, there are so many things I wish I could have said to you, words left unspoken, thoughts left unsaid. Your death marks the end of a life that was as fiercely contested as it was deeply inspiring. You were more than a person; you were a symbol, a beacon, a challenge to a world that too often refused to see Black people as human.

I wish I could have told you that as you sat in exile, your name still echoed across continents, spoken in reverence and rage, depending on the speaker. It was no accident that your story endured, that your image adorned posters from Harlem to Johannesburg, and that your words were recited at rallies and whispered in moments of despair. You transformed suffering into str

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