In 2008, the first issue of a comic book I co-wrote about a black teenager named Destiny hit the marketplace. “Genius” was about a war on the streets of Los Angeles that saw the city’s street gangs united against the authorities, the system, “the man.” It was meant to be incendiary.
The first pages show the opening salvo of that war: police officers being gunned down by snipers.
I have spent the better part of the last week like a pendulum, swinging between wanting to vomit and wanting to scream.
It has been a catastrophically difficult week in America. Many have written about the...