'Boots on the Ground': On the quiet radicalism of Black line dancing
In a world unraveling at the seams, Black communities still gather, still move—using rhythm as resistance, joy as protest, and muscle memory as a map to each other.
Somewhere between a food desert and a freeway off-ramp, the country is coming undone—sirens harmonize with silence, and headlines bleed like open wounds. But in church basements and parking lots, Black folks are still stepping. Learning new line dances with muscle memory and borrowed joy—Boots on the Ground thumping like a war…
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