L. A. Banks has passed.

Her passing hurts because in general it hurts to lose anyone who was genuinely a good person—and Esdaile was. But while she was loved and wanted by her family, her friends, her fans, and her peers, she was also desperately needed to bolster a gradually fading voice for a group seen but not heard.

Black women writers are fading from view. Robinson, Henderson, and now Banks. According to my notes there is currently one black woman writer working for a comics publisher. Anywhere. Not just the big two. Not just American publishers. Anywhere.

Please tell me I’m wrong. That’s not a dare or me being snarky. I desperately want to be wrong. Please, if there is someone I have forgotten, let me know! I need to know.