Helen of Troy kept intervening in my work, a young black woman with epilepsy. I was charged with taking care of her, so had to schedule time aside for my own work on tumbulations. She took my art classes and I helped her to survive prison life. It was the highlight of her week, where days were filled with nothing but acquiescence to prison life. She had thought of starting an all-woman revolutionary team, a Black Sunlight organisation.
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