How Black Women Like Me Reckon With America's Political Process

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I was 4 when my older sister, Tenisha, was shot and killed while walking down a San Francisco street with a friend one Friday night. It was the type of bullets-don't-have-names misfortune that was, and remains, unshakably common in many black neighborhoods across the country. Reward posters went up, but no one was ever arrested in the case. The reality of Tenisha's absence has shaped every facet of my family's being, but has most profoundly defined the way that we do -- or don't -- engage with the political process.

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