I have so many memories of Christina Crosby, but I will focus on my first real memory of her. The spring of my first year at Wesleyan, the nation was convulsed by the uprising in LA following the Rodney King verdict. There was a speak out on campus. Christina (Professor Crosby I must have said back then) strode out from the crowd, in that famous jacket, and spoke powerfully to the day. I don’t recall her exact words, just my awe that we had professors that would join us in solidarity with our grief and anger, and help give it words. I was also impressed that a white professor came forward to clearly oppose racism and police violence. That is also part of her legacy. After she spoke, our Congressional representative came up to speak and said something dismissive about “tenured radicals.” His contempt confirmed for me that radicals — tenured or not — were who I wanted to learn from. We will miss your great spirit, Christina, which no earthly injury could ever diminish. And I will keep learning from you.