There is a certain irony in starting a blog as a way to express my feelings but also having the blog become so well-known that I start to censor myself (so as to not create undue tensions in other parts of my life). No longer are my thoughts anonymous and, well, that has its ups …
I’ve always wanted to like Black History Month. I really have. I still want to. I really do. Really. But all it does is remind me of whiteness. I know it’s supposed to do the other thing, but for me it can’t. The reason is not because my history is somehow supposed to be relegated …
We are living in strange times—a time where very few people are willing to stand on their beliefs. Instead, equivocation is what’s hot in the streets, even when it comes to being anti-racist or even naming racism. Apparently, words no longer have meaning, or maybe it’s just the natural consequence of the watering down of …