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Feeling Helpless Around Police Brutality? Here Are Some Things You Can Do. Read More »
“Fuckin’ Karen” “Sit down Becky” “ Did you see Sharon on the news today?” “He’s a Chad” Black People have been making nicknames for White people for ages, but in this day it’s become easier for White people to discover them. Then, like so much culture, the language shifts from one meaning to Another as
Karen- What’s in a Name Read More »
The day After Super Tuesday I essentially awoke to this video. https://www.facebook.com/michael.j.feldman/videos/10154387094493137/ Which was bad enough and then I noticed the news articles being shared with thinly vieled racism blaming Black voters for the turn out. After seeing it and other salty posts I figured it’s a good time to put the blame back where
Living with roommates from different cultures is sometimes great, sometimes challenging and sometimes, you accidentally use horse shampoo… “That’s horse shampoo” she laughed as I told her I’d borrowed some shampoo that was in the shower. She… had horses. I was shocked and laughed it off. Life happens. An unusual happenstance that makes a good
Mane ‘n Tail: a symptom of a problem Read More »
It’s been a while since I posted the infamous chicken poll, and with moving I lost track of it. But, if you were surprised here is (part) of why I posted about it. We all learn from a variety of sources of how to live in the world and majority of the time we never
Do you wash your Chicken? Read More »
“Happy, Kwanzaa!” says a well meaning Susan, the cashier, as I leave the store. Why do they always do this? I can feel my cheeks burn, (thank GOD I’m Black) and I shuffle out the door. Just slow enough that she doesn’t think I’m running from this awkwardness and the ever present worry of being
Kwanzaa: it’s not Black Christmas? Then what is it? Read More »
Jazz, stands on stage. Her face painted white, in all Black, with white gloves. She breaths life into her song, aching and streching to explore the limits of expression. She’s almost doll-like with her smooth and sharp movements her face and hands another tool to convey her adoration. I sat still, in the crowd, barely
What is Praise dance? Read More »
In college I went to a friends house for an all nighter. Suddenly the sun was burning my eyes. I was gross, in surrounded by papers, in yesterdays clothes and reeked of the crushing weight of deadline stress. “Hey, can I use you shower?” I asked a friend. “ Sure,” He says yawning and hands
What’s a wash cloth? Read More »
“What? You scared?” She sneered at me, as I hid under covers. Gory death flashed across my mind for minutes, even after my eyes had closed. Once, when I was a young kid, I plopped down in front of a television late at night. I had been waiting for cartoons to start. Instead of cartoons,
Blackness and Horror: When You are the Monster Read More »