“We are writing about race whether or not we consciously choose to address it. We can’t help ourselves—as we write, we disseminate our own views, our own attitudes, our own ideas of what it means to be a person in the world. We choose who populates that world: who is present, who is absent, who’s forgotten.”

The Atlas by Delaney Nolan

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“My school was on fire. It was exhilarating. Fire trucks were whipping their sirens around, and my whole high school was out on the football field, chattering excitedly, whispering in little groups, because we were missing class, and oh my goodness, firemen! The headmaster came onto the green lawn and waved for our attention. He used a megaphone to make an announcement. I was barely listening. I was looking at the buildings, trying to see smoke.”

- Delaney Nolan, “I Was a Teenage Arsonist

“My school was on fire. It was exhilarating.”
I Was A Teenage Arsonist by Delaney Nolan, which you should read over at The Rumpus.