i guess you could call this an artist book. it’s pretty abstract, but also pretty straightforward at the same time, though. there’s a rambling longform poem/essay thing and various photocopied images from old new york times articles. if you couldn’t tell from the very obvious photos up top and the very subtle title, the book is about growing up black in new york city and witnessing the horror stories of police brutality.  spoiler alert: the book does not have a happy ending.

RIP 
sean bell & amadou diallo