The suspicious death of Sandra Bland has been sitting with me for several days as the uncomfortable truth of just how fragile Black life is creeps into my soul. Lately, I find myself thinking that from cradle to death there are precious few, if any, spaces where Black people are seen simply as humans. Fellow …
Despite the fact that I am Black, I was born Black and I probably will be Black until the day that I die (can I do the Rachel Dolezal and identify as someone else?) and while I  understood since childhood that there were people who didn’t like Black people, it took a lot of years …
This might be one of the hardest pieces I have ever written. In this moment, words feel empty and meaningless as we grapple with nine beautiful souls losing their lives in sacred space. Words feel meaningless because we have been here before and most likely we will be here again. The older I grow, the …