Category Archives: Signed Sirelle
October 10, 1997: The Day I Met Death
94 minutes. That’s how long he fought off death. From the listed “Time of Injury,” to the pronounced time of death, he was as stubborn as the genetics he passed on to me. The entry on line 33d of the death … Continue reading
Signed Sirelle: “Marching, Bigly.”
For every action there is a reaction. And movements? They tend to produce countermovements. That was the narrative, widely, on the morning of November 9, 2016. Donald Trump had been elected due to a movement of Americans who had felt … Continue reading
Signed Sirelle: “Battling Rape Culture in the Locker Room of Society”
I find myself to be stuck somewhere between a loss for words and a racing mind. Where are we, truly, just as a people, when men (and women) are flagrantly excusing sexual assault — and more so, justifying it? Listen, … Continue reading
Signed Sirelle: “Letter to My Future Son”
I write this guide to life in the event that I never get to tell my future son myself. My darling boy, I have so many thoughts, I don’t know where to begin. There is a lot going on in … Continue reading
Signed Sirelle: “Untitled”
In the aftermath of the most deadly mass shooting in our nation’s history, we have reached peak hypocrisy in America. Nightmarishly, in the early hours of Sunday morning, a gunman entered a gay nightclub in Orlando, Florida, and opened fire … Continue reading
Signed Sirelle: FEBRUARY 2016 – “The Significance of Black This, Black That: for People Stuck on Stupid”
“There shouldn’t be a Black History Month. We’re Americans. Period. That’s it.” From the moment we begin our grade school circuit of history courses, we’re taught a “wide-ranging” curriculum of American history. The Reconstruction Era, Western Expansion, FDR’s New Deal, … Continue reading
