Alton comes in and out of our home, in and out of our days, depending on how he and Mommy are getting along. He smells of gasoline and cars, smells that still make me think of love and snuggles and safety almost three decades on. They get it from our father, Alton Cullors, a mechanic with big, dark brown hands he uses to work the line at the GM plant in Van Nuys, hands that hold me, hug me and make me feel safe. My brothers will also both soar up to well over six feet. But Jasmine, Paul and Monte are tall people, and by the time she is grown, my little sister will reach six feet. She is five feet four inches, and I never get any taller than five feet two. My mother and I are considered short in our family. We live in one of ten Section 8 apartments in a two-story, tan-colored building where the paint is peeling and where there is a gate that does not close properly and an intercom system that never works. My mother, Cherice, raises us-my older brothers Paul and Monte, my baby sister Jasmine, and me-on a block that is the main strip in my Van Nuys, California, mostly Mexican neighborhood. NIXON’S NATIONAL DOMESTIC POLICY CHIEF, ON THE ADMINISTRATION’S POSITION ON BLACK PEOPLE We knew we couldn’t make it illegal to be … black, but by getting the public to associate the … blacks with heroin … and then criminalizing heavily, we could disrupt communities … Did we know we were lying? Of course we did.
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