From series, "Son of Liberia."

  
Eleven years ago, I left Liberia with memories of an orange sun at seven in the morning, of a soft orange gleam in a familiar town and of a boy running on golden sand. Perhaps nostalgia lit these memories orange — I was certainly aware of the poverty. Yet, whenever I thought about Liberia, I remembered only the sun, the familiar town, and the boy running on golden sand.
  
  

Faith's Water

Goodluck's Kingdom

In 1973, Thomas Shea, a white police officer from New York, murdered a 10-year old boy. Shea thought the fourth-grader and his stepfather were involved in a robbery. As he executed the little child, a dispatcher overheard him celebrating over walkie-talkie transmissions with his partner — “Die, you little bastard!”

  
Audre Lorde writes about the incident in her poem, “Power.” This portrait is inspired by that poem. This portrait features my 10-year-old sister Princess. She is at a pool party with her 10-year-old friends. She stands here catching her breath and fixing again to dive into liquid happiness. 

  
Here I attempt to kill my little sister to justify Shea’s cruelty. 
  
  

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