This is the practiced habit of jabbing out one's eyes and

This is the practiced habit of jabbing out one's eyes and forgetting the work of one's hands. To

📖 Ta-Nehisi Coates

🌍 American | 👨‍💼 Journalist

🎂 September 30, 1975

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In Ta-Nehisi Coates' book "Between the World and Me," he reflects on the struggles and experiences of Black individuals in America. He emphasizes the emotional and physical toll of systemic racism, which often leads to a disconnection from one's identity and lived experiences. Coates uses the metaphor of "jabbing out one's eyes" to illustrate how people undermine their perspectives and ignore the harsh realities surrounding them.

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I was a capable boy, intelligent, well - liked, but powerfully afraid. And I felt, vaguely, wordlessly, that for a child to be marked off for such a life, to be forced to live in fear was a great injustice. And what was the source of this fear? What was hiding behind the smoke screen of streets and schools? And what did it mean that number 2 pencils, conjugations without context, Pythagorean theorems, handshakes, and head nods were the difference between life and death, were the curtains drawing down between the world and me? — Ta-Nehisi Coates Between the...

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