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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.  

Exit Through the Gift Shop

0 Comments · Wednesday, September 30, 2015
It took the visit of the Holy Father, His Excellency the Pope for John Boehner to come to his senses and be the sacrificial lamb his Grand Old Party of Republican hard-hearts needed to advance their agenda.  

I’m with Stupid

0 Comments · Wednesday, September 9, 2015
My partner and I were once walking to Findlay Market from the spooky end of Green Street. We held hands as we neared the market. A scruffy, possibly homeless, black man approached. I made eye contact with him. At first, he spoke amicably. Until he saw that we were hand in hand.  

When Business Goes

0 Comments · Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Ginger Dawson is an iconic woman for more reasons than her aesthetic, though her blunt bangs, her from-a-bottle-henna-red hair and her penchant for black and/or retro clothes aligns her more readily to the equally iconic Punk designer Vivienne Westwood than to the “genteel” antiques mall proprietress she, ahem, once was.  

On Serena

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 26, 2015
In the mid-1990s when Venus and Serena Williams were teenagers, when the jangle of beaded scalp-tight cornrows and silver braces on their teeth long preceded waist-length weaves and fake painted fingernails, neither blacks specifically nor America generally knew exactly what we were looking at when we looked at the Williams sisters.  

Woman with Stuff

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 19, 2015
The night before I sat down to write this, I had formulated in my head the perfect first sentence to describe my emotional station, but I have now lost that to anxiety, to slumber, to dreams. The best sentence is this one:  My kidneys are failing me because I have failed my body.  

My Only Uncle John Thomas Hill (1936-2015)

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Well, I took him for granted — strong, strapping and chiseled from the black coal of Chattaroy, West Virginia, as he was and had always been.  

How Does It Feel?

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Dear Santa Ono: At the risk of putting everybody all up in our business, I am writing you this as a sincere favor — to help you by telling you some key things about yourself, your current station and ways you can redeem yourself and the University of Cincinnati.   

William H. Cosby Jr. vs. The Cos

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Bill Cosby created The Cos — perhaps unofficially in the early 1970s, after breaking a color barrier by being cast in in I Spy in 1965 — as a means of convincing us he wasn’t at all like that lecherous curmudgeon Bill Cosby. Again.

Lucy, Chad, Nicole and the Quest for Medicine

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Lucy Scholten is a beautiful girl: long, thick, dark eyelashes; a big, round face; long limbs. She has grown considerably in the few years I have known her folks.

Summer Breeze

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 8, 2015
I detest summer in Cincinnati. Whenever I hear sirens — and living on a boisterous corner of Woodburn Avenue for the past 13 years I hear plenty of sirens — I think: Cincinnati police must be taxed and overworked.  


0 Comments · Wednesday, July 1, 2015
All things being equal, I am mightily confused by America, but also greatly enamored with Her. She has fooled around and redeemed herself to a great many of Her people.  

Larry Gross: Charles Bukowski, Neat

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 24, 2015
If Charles Bukowski had a cousin who was slightly less self-destructive, not at all a womanizer and who lurked in the deeper shadows of Bukowski, writing in the margins, it would have been Larry Gross.  

Blurred Lines

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Rachel Dolezal’s adopted black brother said: “It all started with the hair.” If she weren’t in the news for being black but really white, I would say that “starting with the hair” would most definitely make the recently resigned president of the Spokane chapter of the NAACP a black woman.  

When #blacklivesdontmatter to Black People

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 10, 2015
As Cincinnati Police Chief Jeffrey Blackwell prepared to hand in his city manager-ordered 90-day plan to curb this city’s outburst of violence, black folks from Avondale to Westwood, Walnut Hills to Bond Hill to Winton Hills and even murderous black parents under the jurisdiction of the local branch of Ohio Jobs and Family Services behaved as though their black lives — and no others — mattered worth a damn.