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By Bianca Salvant
| Wednesday, April 26, 2017
 I was a teenager when I first read Octavia Butler and had
recently begun rebelling against my mother. Deeply rooted in her Christian
faith, she forbade me to watch certain movies, read certain books, or
participate in certain activities. In her eyes, she was protecting me from
temptation, showing me the path, and working toward keeping me focused on it.
I, on the other hand, felt limited and emotionally abused. I wanted to read
and watch everything she said would reserve me a one-way ticket to hell. READ MORE
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