South Bronx Cyber Murals For The Living


Once upon a time, I carried Anne Frank in my arms as the shadows of burnt out buildings and bullies fell over us in The South Bronx of America. Her words became music made flesh and blood in me. I thought I could go back in history to bring her to the future. For that, I needed my childhood Fortress of Solitude called The Public Library. I found a book called from Sand Tables To Electronic Brains. I looked for parts in the wreckage of our town to build Artificial Intelligence. It’s a wonderful memory to get back. In contrast, I have to remember a fourteen year old who was shot in the head for wanting higher education. All she wanted was to become a doctor to heal the world.

Thank heaven for little girls like Malala Yousafzai.

No more waiting for Super Girl.

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