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Holla: The World According to KYW

0 Comments · Wednesday, February 26, 2003
"This dance ain't for everybody; only the sexy people." -- "Push It," Salt 'N Peppa Hasn't it been too long? How long has it been since April 7, 2001? How long since we were at war? Are we at   

Sister Outsider: Another Voice of the Boycott

0 Comments · Wednesday, February 19, 2003
Monica Williams is a divorced, college-educated mother of five trained as a paralegal. Her skin is blacker than a thousand midnights. Against its blackdrop her teeth are smiled surprises. She's go  

State of the Shitty: Hoping for the Best with the Hate Crimes Ordinance

0 Comments · Wednesday, February 12, 2003
This do in remembrance of him. Just in time for Black History Month, Cincinnati pays homage (and penance) to Gregory Beauchamp -- gay, black, proud and bashed to death on New Year's Eve on his way t  

Hymn to Him

0 Comments · Wednesday, February 5, 2003
Heroes are at home. Randy is my aesthetic yardstick, my operative, deputized spy and intellectual paramour. Peerless in his frustration, anger, rage and truth-telling with the chocolatey center, h  

Rated: R. (Kelly): A star and charges of child pornography

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 29, 2003
This is war. God and Satan in an ancient grudge scrap in a Celebrity Death Match for R. Kelly's soul. God keeps losing. R&B deejays make jokes ("some brothas just freaky like dat") and open the pho  

I Had a Dream: Reflections on Martin Luther King Day

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 22, 2003
"Morals cannot be legislated, but behavior can be regulated." --The Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. Lemme holla at you today, my people, 'cause even though we're face down in these tripped-out times  

A Good Omelet: The Arts Consortium and MLK

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 15, 2003
Namesakes are fallin' out in the aisles. The Arts Consortium of Cincinnati dodged a bullet when it changed the name of its Dr. Martin Luther King Day Breakfast, assuaging itself for holding the eve  

Leviticus: Faggot (No. 65)

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 8, 2003
"Hey faggot, better run, run, run 'cause Daddy's home/ Daddy's sweet little boy just a little too sweet/ and every night the man showed the faggot what a real man should be." -- "Leviticus: Faggot,  

Uncle Tom's Cabin

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 1, 2003
The grounds are rocky where my intellect turns somersaults. It's a conspiracy of time and place that I navigate this malaise. It's an emotional/spiritual/professional End-of-the-Year Clearance Sale  

Merry Christmas to Me

0 Comments · Thursday, December 26, 2002
EDITOR'S NOTE: Kathy was too busy to write a new letter to Santa Claus, so she sent last year's instead. A version of this column first ran in the issue of Dec. 20-26, 2001. Dear Santa, Can you pl  

Bum's Cathedral

0 Comments · Thursday, December 19, 2002
They handed out fleece-lined jackets. Grady Cook got one. We gathered in the basement of the Mt. Auburn Presbyterian Church Dec. 14 for the annual dinner of the Greater Cincinnati Coalition for the  

Cincinnati UpSouth

0 Comments · Thursday, December 12, 2002
Cincinnati is the southern-most northern city. Yet, in our uppity northern ways, we make fun of all things southern. But they've made visible strides since sprayin' niggers with hoses was a sport.  

Movin' On Up

0 Comments · Thursday, December 5, 2002
Oh, those party conversations. It was said wistfully, as in passing. Still it carried heft. Whooomp! Like a steaming sack of hot do-do it splattered down. The affluent black woman at the holiday g  

Sacred Cow

0 Comments · Wednesday, November 27, 2002
I'm a lapsed Christian. Then so is my pastor. The Rev. Freddie T. Piphus has been disengaged from leadership at Lincoln Heights Missionary Baptist Church (LHMBC). And it disturbs me to say so. The  

Head Job

0 Comments · Thursday, November 14, 2002
I use humor. I use it to diffuse the stereotype of the angry black bitch and to stunt my hate-filled, presumptuous and bigoted growth. I guffaw to keep from screaming. Seth wanted to rub my head.