Sermon, For This Shittiest Congregation
Each year, the Andersonville neighborhood in Chicago hosts a full-day literary festival called Lit Crawl. In addition to getting to interview the impossibly wonderful Samantha Irby after her reading, which was the headlining event of the fest, I was invited to read some of my own stuff earlier in the day. So rather than dust off some greatest hits-type thing, I wrote an original piece. Which was a fun way to bum everybody out on a luminous and bracing early autumn afternoon.
My name is White Man. And this is America.