Double exposure: Jonathan Doering starts a conversation about race
‘Then we heard the distant thunder of tragedy.’
Covid lockdown was a strange time for everyone, but my family and I were lucky. My wife and I had jobs that were manageable from home, our son was well-provided with schoolwork, and we were living in a beautiful part of South Yorkshire. Our living-room window looked out over the village cemetery, full of trees, with a dramatic range of hills in the distance. The odd cat prowled about, or lay with Sphinx-like patience along the top of a gravestone.
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