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Danielle Rene Mayes

Danielle Rene Mayes graduated from Duke University in May 2017 with a degree in visual and media studies. The St. Louis, Missouri, native is the recipient of a Louis Sudler Prize in the Creative and Performing Arts and is also a Gates Millennium Scholar. She is now living in Dallas, Texas, where she will continue to work on her film photography and develop her style as an artist. Alongside her fiancé, she is an art-director intern for a small creative agency.
June 01, 2017

An installment in our weekly story series, The By and By.

In the forest, we are enveloped by a magical darkness. We are afraid and fearless at the same time: fighting for our existence, fighting to be seen as human. So there is magic and strength, but there is also fear. The woman will become enveloped by a darkness of her own in this most magical of places. I hope you are afraid for her. I hope you are afraid of the forest, too, but I also hope you understand: Black people can fly. Just look, as she runs into the darkness, she is ready. One more step and she will fly.