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Kathy Y. Wilson
 

“...And Justice for All?”

0 Comments · Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Blackness is now a joke, a punch line every single non-black-skinned person is in on at our expense.
  

On Being White

0 Comments · Wednesday, December 3, 2014
The resignation of Officer Darren Wilson is not noble or brave or even sacrificial on its face.  

Thanks and Giving

0 Comments · Tuesday, November 25, 2014
The holidays aren’t complete without the macabre sight of our neediest brothers and sisters lined up all over town in inclement weather waiting for handouts — boxes of food, a turkey, clothing, maybe a voucher or two for free furniture.  

The Cosby Show

0 Comments · Wednesday, November 19, 2014
With all its groundbreaking accomplishments, it is important still to keep separate Dr. Heathcliff Huxtable of The Cosby Show from Bill Cosby himself.  

The Backstabbers

0 Comments · Wednesday, November 12, 2014
President Obama now appears as a pariah, a lone wolf.  

As I Lay Dying

0 Comments · Wednesday, November 5, 2014
I admire Brittany Maynard. The 29-year-old Oregon woman and terminal brain cancer sufferer took a doctor-sanctioned lethal concoction Saturday, ending her life when and where she wanted — at home in her bed with her family surrounding her.  

Leslie Isaiah Gaines: 1945-2014

0 Comments · Wednesday, October 29, 2014
 Gaines was one of the first attorneys in the United States to advertise on television and he did it from Cincinnati.  

They Raped That City

0 Comments · Wednesday, October 22, 2014
A community already known for its poverty and rampant drug use and its less-than-stellar track record of public education and housing doesn’t need the stench of rapists added to its long list of ills and woes.  

The Color of Ebola?

0 Comments · Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Ebola is the sad repeat of what happened with the outbreak of AIDS nearly 30 years ago: The Western world watched while poor, untreated black Africans died, usually alone and shamed by the social stigmas associated with the trifling nature of the disease.  

Like Fluttering Pages

0 Comments · Wednesday, October 8, 2014
I wasn’t then and neither am I now a journalist. I have always been a writer.