My Enoh

TRIGGER WARNING

-The crack epidemic had this house spinning

1 year Before I was born my aunt had a secret love affair with my mothers Boyfriend. This affair would produce a child named Enoh. Crack had my family in a chokehold, no one was equipped to care for an infant and Enoh’s demise would surely be met. Two months after he was born Enoh was thrown down a flight of stairs… Both my mother and my aunt denied their involvement in this tradgedy, and the police made no arrests.

Enoh went on to live in a facility for disabled persons, the violent event left him paralyzed, unable to speak, eat, or walk on his own. After learning the truth about this incident in 2023 I suggested to my uncle that we go see him, My uncle wanted to ensure the visit would be seamless and upon calling we discovered….

He had been dead 3 years. Buried in an unmarked grave despite my late grandmother reserving a plot for him to be buried next to her. This was a devastating revelation, one filled with confusion and empathy and I remembered that; We do not hold space for art only because it is beautiful, we hold space for art because the world around us can be ugly, our traumas, our habits, our carelessness, refreshing the cycle re-chanting the curse.

Here’s to family secrets, and this.. this is for Enoh