D WATKINS: Stoop Stories. Black Baltimore.

This.  These words here, THIS VOICE. I remember trying to explain, during the elections in 2004, why I didn’t consider myself represented on either side.  I couldn’t articulate what seemed so blatantly clear to me that I actually grew numb, would find myself jaw-gaping–couldn’t clearly get the words to say:  HOW DO YOU CALL YOURSELF…