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Looking for Mercy Street

0 Comments · Wednesday, March 3, 2004
My father is an old and emotionally brittle man convicted of gross sexual imposition for molesting young trusts. He spent 180 days in the Hamilton County Justice Center two years ago. Where he'll sp  

A Tale of Two Pities

0 Comments · Wednesday, February 25, 2004
It was the best of ads. It was the worst of ads. When I first laid four eyes on Hamilton County Commissioner John Dowlin's "attack ads" accusing Councilman Pat DeWine of "leaving his wife and childr  

Curb Your Enthusiasm

0 Comments · Wednesday, February 11, 2004
Black History Month is like fastening a rope around air. It's slave-catching. It's like embracing a cloud. It's the Middle Passage without rest stops. It's a failed survey of a ubiquitous civilizat  

Disposable Negroes of Hypocrisy

0 Comments · Wednesday, February 4, 2004
"Mammy: A term of insult. Never used in any other way by Negroes." -- Glossary of Harlem Slang, Zora Neale Hurston Every day I write the book. I'm forced to churn out pop 'n fresh chapters lik  

Permanent Screw

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 28, 2004
"Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?" -- "Sinnerman," Nina Simone LaShawn Pettus-Brown's (LPB) Jan. 23 arrest opens a new chapter on the most intriguing manhunt for a runaway colored man since N  

Nigger, Please?

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 14, 2004
"Can you go get my gun for me so I can go lock up some niggers?" That's what I hear then-Sgt. Jeff Butler say -- tired, frustrated and angry -- at the videotaped tail end of a February 1999 Cinci  

Strip Tease

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 7, 2004
I was more surprised that The Cincinnati Enquirer even ran Boondocks than I was by the paper's Jan. 4 decision to pull the caustic black-themed comic strip. Pop goes the proverbial carrot before the  

Leftover Chitterlings: Let's thank God and do better

0 Comments · Wednesday, December 31, 2003
This waning year tasted like a medley of good fortune, hard work and opportunity wrapped in a floured tortilla shell of confusion, tragedy and war. I've never felt more adult than in 2003. I learn  

The Love Be Low

0 Comments · Wednesday, December 17, 2003
I wish Joe could see me now. Whenever I brimmed over, he spoke my aspirations back to me without diminishing my excitement. Joe made it OK to be a black alien. That's because he was one. To be you  

See/Saw

0 Comments · Wednesday, December 10, 2003
"White perceptions of Negroes, and the historical inculcation of these perceptions in the minds of Negroes themselves, are at the root of our present troubles." -- Black Rage by Grier and Cobbs Le