We were 13 and he had a childlike curiosity about my Blackness. He’d trace my skin and was certain it felt different, not wrong, just different. Yet, I had a cowardly liking for his Whiteness, a liking...

A slave escapes from Northern Kentucky across the Ohio River. After being caught by U.S. Marshals, she kills her children, for she knows death is the only thing better than going back into a world where they must endure racial categories.