By It all started when Tracey Michae’l Lewis-Giggetts and her 8-year-old daughter danced in the rain one month after was murdered.
Overwhelmed by a pandemic inflamed by police violence, they scream-laughed and puddle stomped and ran free, arms flailing. A simple, carefree afternoon became the very expression of swirling in Black joy: to laugh and celebrate life, systemic racism and oppression be damned.
That emotion became a form of resistance.“I had experienced racial violence in my family—my aunt was shot and killed in Kentucky by a white man—and my daughter had been watching me grieve, not knowing how to navigate me,” says Lewis-Giggetts. “I was working it out in therapy—how do I get joy back?
That day, [my daughter] was trying to help me prevent our greenhouse from falling apart, and it’s pouring, and she just started playing.
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