But whatever: the civil rights movement, the black freedom struggle, the unfinished project of abolition, was never so that black folk could be included in every stupid-ass thing, whether that be a collection of baby pictures or the white house. It was always, finally, about more than black people anyway, as history has deeply and constantly been bearing out since way before blacks ceased to be, by whatever narrow unit of measure, the largest minority in the U. S. It was about making another world; it was about the liberation of the other world in this one which, by the way, is what poetry is also about.
Fred Moten












