N.K. Jemisin v. Justice Brown Jackson
Celebrating one amazing Black woman by binge reading the works of another
My peculiar barbaric YAWP is the sound of binge reading works of N.K. Jemisin the month Justice Brown Jackson dons her robes and delivers her first questions as Supreme Court justice.
“This is the way that the world ends, for the last time.”
I hear Justice Jackson dissenting before she even asked her first question. Which means I do not hear her at all. I’ll try again.
Jemisin has been winning Hugo (and Nebula) awards, year after year. Jackson won her own awards too. The letter J prominently appears in both of their names.
Other than that, I see no connections between these remarkable ladies:
But I hope there are connections.
A corner of me ponders how a public defender and a counselor might have sat down in a subway somewhere, somehow, each determined to help and heal and protect as many people as they could, particularly people intentionally hunted and hounded by other people.
