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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.  

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.