Content warning: This post discusses anti-Black violence, police brutality, and sexual assault regarding the 1989 Central Park Jogger case.
It is the worst of times, and the most liminal of times. Reading week snuck up on us with a slap and here we are during finals: broken, disheartened, and yearning for summer (why is it still
Part of an ongoing series in which Bwog takes you to the less traveled corners of our metropolis. Park Slope: where baby strollers outnumber cars, Starbucks and Ozzie’s Coffee shop co-exist in peaceful latte-chugging harmony, and human-scale Victorian row houses frame Brooklyn’s man-made forest, Prospect Park. In this neighborhood off the B, Q, 2/3, R, […]