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Elevators

0 Comments · Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Violent black mega-stars and violent black athletes and the women who try to love them should avoid elevators like most black people avoid therapy.  

Randy Wolf: November 7, 1964-July 11, 2014

0 Comments · Tuesday, July 22, 2014
On July 11, my high school classmate, Randy Wolf, dropped dead unexpectedly of a heart attack. This is not about the shock of a 49-year-old man dying unexpectedly; we are born to die. This is not about my own mortality; I feel my body’s anarchy everyday. My time may also be nigh.
  

My Brother’s Sleeping

0 Comments · Tuesday, July 8, 2014
I have long held that black women in America are under attack. We get harsher criminal prosecution than our white counterparts; we are murdered by intimate partners at higher rates than any other groups.
  

No. 104

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 2, 2014
I wasn’t so sure about this, this coming back to CityBeat when Editor Danny Cross first sent me an email in 2012 explaining his plan to overhaul the paper I’d freelanced for from its first issue in 1994, then joined first as a part-time writer in 1999 (just enough hours to qualify for health insurance to buy insulin and needles) then as a full-time staffer with a column.  

Wagging the Dog

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 25, 2014
I thought I was done with pitbulls, with thinking about little Zanaibou Drame and all the Internet postulating about the two. But the Cincinnati police shooting last Friday of a stray pitbull in Bond Hill brought it all back to me.  

A Day in the Life

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 18, 2014
I run into my oldest brother going into the new bookstore across from Fountain Square and he’s coming in off Vine Street and we hug a good, long time; it’s one of those double hugs, where you hug and, just before the release, you squeeze again.  

The Pitbull Profile

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Irresponsible pitbull owners fit a profile. There is something inherently ominous, mysterious, latently vicious and even irresponsibly deadly about pitbulls and their owners that most people are either afraid of or unable to name.  

Final Friday

0 Comments · Tuesday, June 3, 2014
He looked homeless, whatever that means. Truth is, Mike Markiewicz looked the way he did — bedraggled, a bit greasy, disheveled, grungy, filthy, even — because appearance mattered not at all to him.  

Gone

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 28, 2014
I’d naturally thought all along that he had wanted to disappear, that he was not “taken” by anyone else and as the days wore on and there was no sign of him I secretly thought maybe he’d killed himself, troubled by some gut-deep darkness only he could feel.  

The Low Lifes in The Heights

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 21, 2014
The thugs and drug dealers in and around Lincoln Heights have long had Lincoln Heights Police in a reverse pat down.  

The Show

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 14, 2014
The modern concert-going experience sucks.  

$2,676

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 7, 2014
The reportedly 223 schoolgirls missing from Chibok, northern Nigeria, for three weeks now and snatched by Islamist extremists Boko Haram (meaning “Western education is forbidden” or “sinful”) are just beginning to make an international blip, to gain traction.  

Sitting Sterling’s Shiva

0 Comments · Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Los Angeles Clippers’ owner Donald Sterling thinks all black people stink.  

Nearly Half a Century

0 Comments · Wednesday, April 23, 2014
The best parts of growing older are experience, grace, laughter, wisdom and memories and growing older itself because the alternative is death and I wouldn’t trade the raggedy edges of my sometimes uncertain life for all the death I once lusted for.  

The Gay (K)not

0 Comments · Tuesday, April 15, 2014
There is a chasm between the law, love, marriage and homosexuality in America, but they keep bumping into one another like they’re on the prowl in a gay bar: doing that Stranger Tango — checking one another out from a distance until one makes The Move.