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Tsura had never held a gun before and she was already in control. Testing the weight of the weapon, Tsura felt it become part of her as the distant clattering of a train on its tracks, like whisperings through walls, took her to thoughts of her imprisoned family. Through hidden voices and faded screams, her people pleaded, Tell our stories. The wheels of their words moved on rails that until that moment had dragged Tsura along but now filled her with momentum. Tsura had assumed her fateful position - she was the engine now, and the carriages she pulled were her responsibility. _____
The gun in Tsura's pocket tapped against her thigh. I'm trapped.
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IN OTHER PEOPLE'S HANDS
Artworks: Copyright 2016. Sara Ramirez. All Rights Reserved.
On this page, excerpts from Train, pages 2 and 100. Copyright 2015. Danny M. Cohen. All Rights Reserved.
Exhibition curated by Danny M. Cohen in consultation with Sara Cristal Ramirez.
All other content: Copyright 2016. Unsilence Project. All Rights Reserved.