El coronavirus ha devastado comunidades mexicoamericanas en Illinois. Pero en el barrio de Wicker Park de Chicago, una familia trabaja y espera un mejor mañana.
Coronavirus has devastated Latino communities in Illinois. But in Chicago’s Wicker Park neighborhood, one family is working and hoping for a better tomorrow.
"My father was the grandson of Mississippi slaves, and the son of a thrice-married and divorced mother who had cleaned white peoples’ homes and cared for their children in two states by the time they settled in St. Louis in 1929."
By the time she was four, my grandmother had survived her first global pandemic. A lifetime later, she is weathering another.
"I never would have called it homelessness, if you’d asked."
"If you listen long enough, you’ll find your own Prine line, the one that makes you feel real lonesome and want to laugh, all at once."
A coronavirus sketchbook, March 2020.
More than twenty-five thousand people lost their homes so a highway could be built in my neighborhood.
A requiem for the small-town "hang-arounds."
Since the early twentieth century, the area has been a safe haven for Latinx—including my family.
Remembering the Ohio State Penitentiary Hurricanes—and the day my father played against them in 1965.
Remembering the life and leadership of one of the first Black mayors of a major American city. [Excerpted from "The Gary Anthology."]