In this much needed Black History Month post P. Djèlí Clark answers questions, addresses concerns, and smites the willfully ignorant with judgment so sophisticated it’s beautiful to behold.
Phenderson Djèlí Clark
It’s that time of year again, Black History Month. Yes, I’m about 26 days late. Let me have this.
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Monique L. Desir was born and raised in Florida. She's an educator who hasn’t quite figured out how to escape the Sunshine State and is surviving and thriving within its alligator-infested clutches with her husband and three sons. The daughter of West Indian parents (Haitian father, Jamaican mother), she loves learning about different cultures, languages and people. She binge-watches forensic television shows and Soca dances until she glows! Why? So she can have seconds on cake! Her stories have been published in FIYAH Literary Magazine, Nightlight Podcast, Colorism Essays and Poems anthology Volume 2, and Rivière Blanche's 2019 Dimension Uchronie short story anthology, and forthcoming in The Dread Machine. Find her on Twitter @moniquedesir.
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