I wish I could find a phrase that instantly informs the sweet, perfectly nice, very liberal and progressive white organizers of literary events that if you’ve only got four black guests in a room of […]
Y’all I was just doing a random search and came upon this YouTube video from “With Ossie and Ruby.” It said, “Ruby Dee” performs her poem–and I thought, now, Miss Ruby was one of my […]
For some reason, I woke up at 3:15 this morning, checking things off my Daily To-Do List. Usually, I don’t awake until about 8am or even later, and when I do, I always chastise myself […]
It’s Afropalooza Time!!!–And I had to come back for this. I had to. You know this is my favorite time of the year. And no, I am not going to give excuses for being […]
I just don’t write super quickly about emotionally charged events anymore, because when I do, usually I say something stupid and hurt somebody’s feelings without meaning to. And it took me having a really deep, […]
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!