I write about my blackness as a meditative practice. A means of survival and celebration. To bring the foundational elements of myself, up and out, like water from a lawn sprinkler. A blackness that disappears if you try to possess it, one that sits on your window sill like a quizzical sparrow. A blackness that…
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I May Die Dreaming Of Black Freedom
I realize on a deep and cosmic level that I may die dreaming of Black freedom. That will not be fine but I accept all that is, a world that is not safe but can be joyous, the racism, the struggle, and witnessing how so many Whites have remained stuck in honoring White supremacy. Those of…
EDITORIAL: What I Said When My White Friend Asked for My Black Opinion on White Privilege
Reading this was like reading my own autobiography.
How the Peck Peck Peck of Racism Kills Us
Philando Castile was stopped over 52 times for driving misdemeanors prior to his being shot and killed, while a 4 or 5 year old girl, and his girlfriend witnessed the execution. In essence, he was pecked, pecked, pecked to death by a system that engaged in blatant, socially sanctioned, discriminatory behavior. He was killed by…
Enter Screaming: Little Black Sambo Game Boards and Nice White Racists
When I saw the “Black Sambo” game board in a square black frame. I wanted to scream. We were so excited to find a new Antique store, and the day was bright and sunny. The white store manager was what I describe as a nice white racist. He talked about how his best customers were…
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