Farewell Deauwand Myers, Korea Times columnist
There is a fellowship composed of former sensitive, misunderstood children who grow up taking refuge in the library. Many of us become writers, teachers, intellectuals, or, at the very least, English majors. An astonishingly large number of us choose to live abroad, drinking from foreign wells to quench our deep thirst for knowledge. My friend Deauwand Myers was one of this fellowship, which is perhaps how we found each other. We knew a lot of the same people. Our worlds intersected often — Black, educators, writers, runners. We were both lovers of jazz, good food, better clothes and the eternal power of a well-written word. We’d coincide at unrelated gatherings and be surprised to see each other there. We became friends in the same way that rivers often run together towards the sea. We’d go to restaurants, jazz clubs and each other’s birthday parties. We’d talk about politics, race, class, gender and the unending yet welcome puzzle that Korea, with its rapidly shifting cultural norms, often posed for us as Black Americans. I liked Deauwand’s wit and poise and relished the
Mar 16, 2025By Melissa A Watkins
