I was scrolling through my phone and decided to go to Facebook. Someone had posted that Chadwick Boseman had died. My heart sank. Then I was hit with a ray of hope when it dawned on me that it was probably fake news. So I clicked over to a better source and then my heart sank again, this time even lower. It was true, Chadwick Boseman had died of colon cancer at 43. Wow, it was like déjà vu, like when I’d found out Kobe Bryant and his daughter Gianna had died in the helicopter crash. It was surreal. My mind was immediately flooded with images of Chadwick portraying so many iconic figures on the silver screen: Jackie Robinson, James Brown, and Thurgood Marshall. And the best role of all, T’Challa/Black Panther. How could this beautiful, talented, magnetic man be gone? It just doesn’t seem right. Nothing in 2020 seems right. Kobe’s death, Covid and the financial, mental, and emotional aftermath, the death of African American citizens at the hands of police—Breonna Taylor, George Floyd, and most recently, Jacob Blake, it’s bizarro world. What is happening? Wha...
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