How to Be a White Man: A Dead Patient and a Gentler Intersectionality Than We Deserve
“I think we have a dead patient.” That was the unit clerk talking to me. We were standing outside in the bright sun, both squinting a little bit at each other because we had so recently come from the hospital’s disorienting, windowless emergency department. It was about noon. I had left the ER maybe 30 […]
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