Donnay Edmund at Public Forum: Power | The Public Theater

Donnay Edmund at Public Forum: Power | The Public Theater


I mean my mother could barely afford
rent and yet here the police were holding the military gear pulling apart our
radiators, breaking cabinets, ransacking our house. Shaking with anger,
I couldn’t stop yelling almost forgetting the gun pointed at me. I was
used to conjuring myself out of my body – a gift to keep myself safe. I could
barely hear the officer yelling ‘Shut up. Be quiet.’
I couldn’t stop yelling. I thought that the more I screamed the more they would
hear me. That reckless rhythm of defiance passed on to me from grandmother’s names I
have not yet learned wouldn’t allow me to be silent.

Danny Hutson

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