Chalk this up to things not widely known: America's first female mortician, Henrietta Duterte, turned her house into a stop on the Underground Railroad and used coffins to smuggle fugitives across Pennsylvania.
At 14, my deepest desire was to become an undertaker. This career choice was met with puzzled looks from my mother and exasperated sighs from my guidance counselor, but during a school-sponsored internship week, they agreed to let me try.
I waded into the water and it was very soft on my skin and refreshing, a little bit cool but not too cold... Daddy was begging me to rush so he could watch the World Cup final, but I like to take my time about things so I ignored him.
It’s coming from the same place. Some kind of dog-whistle or some shit. Like, “Can we make it more authentic?” I’m often accused of not being “authentic” enough, and people don’t even realize how vile of a thing that is to say.