“Life is a series of remembered stories.
For black lives to matter, their stories must matter. For their stories to matter, they must be evoked, listened to, heard, understood with compassion, valued as the unique expression of the human spirit that each story is.”
In May 2014, at a dinner celebrating everything Danielle Allen had accomplished just to gain admission to the Stanford Graduate School of Business—every obstacle she had surmounted, every racist or gender slight she had ever shrugged off—she invited seven other soon-to-graduateclassmates. Almost all were people of color. As our energetic and laughter-filled dinner was finishing, one friend asked to use her iPhone to access the Sonos music system.
Soon on the garden patio speakers all around—this is Palo Alto, California in Spring, after all—Beyonce was singing “Get Me Bodied”. Everyone started singing, dancing, laughing: “Queen B!” “I love Beyonce and I love this song!” “Beyonce