Once, I was really pathetic. And I was single. And I thought the two were connected. I admit it. I focused a lot on my pain back in the day, and I attracted not-very-nice men […]
I’m a radical Black feminist and proud of it, but I don’t call myself an activist. I write and once in a while I get paid for it, but that’s about it. You’re not going […]
Dear Readers: Those people who have followed this blog know that any time I write about anything, I do it with passion. But passion takes a lot of energy. This year has been emotionally taxing, […]
White slave ship captains used theology to justify the Middle Passage. Now Black Christian homophobia does exactly the same thing and blesses a new kind of slave ship.
Before I introduce my new guest blogger, I’d like to give a roundabout introduction to her, if I may. So please be patient. I was talking to my good friend Crystal Wilkinson this morning about […]
I think the championing of the hoodie as a symbol of racial profiling is misguided.
Years ago, in graduate school, I was one of only three African Americans in my Master of Fine Arts creative writing program. That was in the fall; in the spring, one of us dropped out. […]
Seventeen, not even marked by a real mustache. If you look at the picture, he’s still slight. Maybe he was destined to grow tall with big bones, a man’s hearty flesh clinging to his frame, but […]
It’s not that I need to see heroes or doctors or lawyers or Tuskegee Airmen as opposed to drug dealers or absent fathers or crack addicted sex-workers–or maids.
Today is the birthday of W.E.B. DuBois!