We Ain’t Dead Yet
"We knew it was the breath of this city | And it was the confirmation that we were looking for," writes Chuck Perkins. We chose this poem to kick off The Lens' week of Katrina20 stories, essays, photography, and poetry.
Author: Chuck Perkins
The gospel of Chuck
Blessed are the ones who live with vigor | Despite life’s tragic comedy.
Police
Regardless of how nervous this might make a kid, everything intensifies when your family is Black and big, white, tobacco-spitting cops approach your car in the middle of nowhere.
From Back-a-Town to St. Charles, on Foot.
As my mom and two aunts prepared food for us 10 cousins, we worried that we were missing out on the fun on St. Charles Avenue. We weren’t worried about seeing Rex, the krewe that parades after Zulu. In the eyes of a 10-year-old, that was boring.
