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On Writing (Sort Of)

0 Comments · Wednesday, February 10, 2016
When I say someone is a “serious writer,” I do it secretly during a private, one-sided conversation with myself. Because the public sharing of artistic output is often so randomly and arbitrarily judged, who really cares what I think?   

Like Water for Black People

0 Comments · Wednesday, February 3, 2016
America has either been denying black Americans access to all manner of water to drink or it has let us drown; drown in filthy hurricane water or, as in Flint, Michigan in the tainted water flowing into the tubs and sinks of poor blacks and whites there.  

In God She Trusts

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 27, 2016
The last time I laid eyes on Tracie M. Hunter, she was somewhere in the morass of a battle royale — a July 15, 2014, packed-room, pre-trial hearing before Judge Norbert Nadel.   

Ch-Ch-Changes

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 13, 2016
David Bowie’s self-appointed alien status was nothing, a mere indulgence, compared to the Alien Nation we relegated him to.  

... and Justice for All?

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 6, 2016
During the long winter’s nap of the University of Cincinnati’s winter break wherein “Netflix and chill” ruled the day, in my bloodlust for true crime murder mysteries I came across Making a Murderer.   

The World, It Softly Lulls

0 Comments · Wednesday, December 30, 2015
I have a healthy respect for death, as a marker of absences and a gauge of time. Since 2015 knocked me to my literal knees, then on my ass for what looks like the long haul, I wouldn’t say I’m obsessed with death but keenly aware and unafraid of it.  

Buzz Me In

0 Comments · Wednesday, December 16, 2015
There was a time here in Cincinnati when 1230 AM WDBZ The Buzz — the de facto “black talk” station — was relevant, necessary even. It was black Cincinnati’s bully pulpit, going-off space and platform for spelling out conspiracy theories; a place where unabashed anger was aimed squarely at the white powers that be.  

Where They Do That At?

0 Comments · Wednesday, December 9, 2015
The terrorist attack in San Bernardino that left 14 people dead and another 21 injured last week marked a red-letter day for feminists the world over: Tashfeen Malik, a 29-year-old female Jihadist terrorist, is shaping up to perhaps be the braintrust behind the ghastly massacre.  

Black Power Mixtape

0 Comments · Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Mortar Cincinnati co-founders are trying their hands in Walnut Hills, a land ripe for the development of a drastically changed landscape. Their new and temporary home is called Brick 939 and opened Black Friday to much confusion from potential customers.  

Gracias

0 Comments · Tuesday, November 24, 2015
I am thankful for the literal light illuminating the screen of this soon-to-be 10-year-old laptop and the weekly ritualistic exploration of ideas happening in this space on this page.  

Lose to Win

0 Comments · Wednesday, November 11, 2015
It might appear that two top administrators at the University of Missouri stepped down late on Nov. 9 under pressure from black students demanding more action in response to campus-wide racist acts.  

Slavery Is Hope

0 Comments · Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Dr. Ben Carson, the first seriously viable black presidential candidate since Barack Obama, is obsessed with slavery.  

Shattered Expectations

0 Comments · Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Editor Kierna Mayo recently told CNN she did not get much sleep in the days leading up to the release of the November issue. That’s because the slaying of sacred cows requires as much mental fortitude as it does physical energy.  

On My Cane

0 Comments · Wednesday, October 14, 2015
I now walk on a cane full-time, and my new dependence on it has made the world — my world — a very small, level place.  

Routine 15

0 Comments · Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Oregon is bewildering. The public massacre on the campus of Umpqua Community College in Roseburg, Oregon, by yet another thrice-named, isolated white man, is as confusing as anything that has ever come out of Oregon.