Patrice Alaquiva takes notes under a tree outside of the Cathedral of Learning (Photo by Jay Manning/PublicSource)

I’m a third-generation Black female living in this Pittsburgh nightmare.

Compelling personal stories
told by the people living them. When I was 6 years old, I sat cross-legged in my grandmother’s living room. My hands framed my face as I hung onto her every word. She told a story highlighting horrific ways human beings treated each other, and she described juxtaposed realities of the people who lived in the same town. I thought it was the next installment in a series of fables she was telling.