EDITOR’S LETTER
It was, more than anything else… the feeling of positivity that took me by surprise. It was 3 June, and on a warm, grey lunchtime in central London – mask on, distance kept – I stepped outside my home to head to the Black Lives Matter rally in Hyde Park. For all the obvious reasons, it had been an especially fraught few days for black people around the world; a fraught year in a fraught decade in a fraught life. Yet, somehow, this particular day took me from feeling lost in despair to experiencing something that felt an awful lot like hope. One of the more joyful phenomena of the past years has been seeing how, in the face of what can seem like ever-escalating injustice, activism has re-emerged from the…
