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A Brother and a Sister in Arms (Veterans Day Flashback)

1 Comment · Wednesday, November 13, 2013
He sat on that tiny chair across from me and poured tea and talked to me in the blackest British accent that was awesome and made me giggle. He turned up the pinky finger of his drinking hand and kept my little cup filled. (I took lemon and sugar.)  

48 Years a Slave

0 Comments · Wednesday, November 6, 2013
As we watched our hero Solomon Northup endure 12 years of kidnap, beatings, witnessing rape, being forced to lash another slave and learning the subservience of slavery in order to survive it, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the old black woman.Especially during the beating scenes. She never flinched or looked away.   

Shawn Carter, Holy Fail

0 Comments · Wednesday, October 30, 2013
What I saw in Carter’s ascendancy was lemmings swimming toward someone else’s manifestation of their own wet dreams of gaudy consumerism. If hypertension, diabetes and heart disease won’t kill black folks, then grabbing for luxury items someone else convinces us we need will.  

What Kind of Question Is That?

0 Comments · Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Do you look forward to your job every day? Do you do for a living something you would do for free, anyway? I do, don’t you?  

Kinda Like Crazy

2 Comments · Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Generalizing to make a point, barring slave revolts, domestic violence and deadly gun play during drug deals gone wrong, blacks, historically, haven’t been much for mass public shooting sprees or for violently acting out in public to instigate what can only be called “death by cop.”  

The More Things Barack Obama, the More They Stay the Same

4 Comments · Wednesday, October 9, 2013
The racist brouhaha swirling around University of Cincinnati College of Arts and Sciences Dean Ronald Jackson should quell once and for all any lingering nonsensical verbiage about a “post-racial” America or the “end of blackness” since the election and return of President Barack Obama. 
  

Beautiful Losers/We're a Winner

0 Comments · Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Some of these folks have been around too long or they keep reappearing as council candidates/members because perhaps there is nothing else for them to do in the private sector. But what’s their platform?  

Dear John

0 Comments · Wednesday, September 25, 2013
I have seen Boehner’s political rise — from courtside seats in the early days — and I am amazed but not surprised by it because it’s easy to be “impressive” and to be passed up the ranks and into many branches of American politics; it’s a trait politicians share with student/athletes in higher education.
  

Gonna Make This House Your Home

0 Comments · Wednesday, September 18, 2013
If you have ever been past these places at twilight, just as the exterior lights are coming up, the dichotomies of our shadowy citizens “living” near a casino in proximity to two entertainment districts are illuminated as the houses of justice become the beds and toilets for the indigent.  

O.J. 2.0

4 Comments · Wednesday, September 11, 2013
The man who shot and killed Trayvon Martin will go to jail for something.We just do not know yet exactly what the charge will be. This is the O.J. Factor.  

Wash-Off Color

5 Comments · Wednesday, September 4, 2013
I’m not saying whites can’t and shouldn’t keep recording Blues, Hip Hop, Jazz, Gospel or they should quit appropriating black African influences. Please. Keep it up. Let’s us know we’re alive and that we were here. Just stay in your lane.  

#Free? #At Last?

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Annually, those of us who care about such things beyond the gates of Black History Month either ask ourselves quietly or discuss the question with our intimates: Has “The Dream” been fulfilled and how much farther, Brother Martin, ‘til we reach the promised land here on Earth?  

Orientation

1 Comment · Wednesday, August 21, 2013
In the herd there are so many students who come to college who’ve absolutely no business there; they’re no more prepared for the intellectual rigor, the dicey social matrix and the expectation of talent in their respective disciplines than an average junior high school student, and no one’s had that come-to-Jesus conversation with them until maybe well into their third year.  

Class of '83

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 14, 2013
When that summer was over we got our black asses on the bus. We expected the worst. We rode the bus stiff-backed, ready for all-out race war. We weren’t comforted by our white bus driver’s choice of WEBN on the radio.  

A Lesson in the Lessers

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 7, 2013
 If only politicians were cicadas. At least we’d have a longer cycle of silence before the commencement of incessant droning and that annoying buzzing about. The only difference is cicadas, while butt-ugly, die after they mate.