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Kathy Y. Wilson

Tired From Jump

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Hooty-hoot! This will be the year of the wrong white men yielding the right-of-way to who's left. Regardless of which evil of the two lessers nabs the White House in November, we in Cincinnati can r  

How the Caged Nigga Seems

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 4, 2004
Cincinnati is addicted to containment. Gentrification on steroids pushes low-living whites and blacks closer together into a crushing embrace of poverty, rising crime and substandard public educati  


0 Comments · Wednesday, July 28, 2004
I missed another family reunion. Still, the Hills -- my mother's people from Edward and Mary Alice -- are closer than we let on. Though we cousins fork at the point where our parents diverge, we sh  

Big Pimpin'

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 14, 2004
If lawsuits were playbooks, the residents of Hamilton County got played by the Cincinnati Bengals. Nah. We got pimped. Every time I drive past Paul Brown Stadium, I can hear Bengals President Mike   

Step Into a World

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 7, 2004
I am not jealous. Squeaky Negroes get ignored. But when majority culture sets out searching for "black power" and returns with sepia images of itself, something's gone terribly, horribly wrong. "Wh  

Peace Out

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 30, 2004
How will the families of Matthew Maupin and the families of all those anonymous missing, dead and assumed dead military personnel and civilians in Iraq celebrate the early and clandestine handover o  

Cover Story: The Banana Republic

Cuba's no heaven, but it's no hell either

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Usted puede leer este artîculo en idioma Español visitando nuestra pâgina en internet. HAVANA, CUBA -- High school Spanish won't help me now. Outside -- whoomp! -- the air  


0 Comments · Wednesday, June 16, 2004
I'm not sure what defines "American." Nationalistic identity extends beyond borders where I was born, raised and enraged. Since we started a war we're international bullies, but neighbors still want  

Here Comes the Sun

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 9, 2004
About this time two summers ago, Atif Kemaz corralled chaos. Simone's, his New World bistro, was thick with it. Likewise, our neighborhood of East Walnut Hills -- the 'Nut to us -- was also rowdy u  


0 Comments · Wednesday, June 2, 2004
The 40ish blonde does the Bush Era multi-task, blathering loudly and flatly into a cell phone, haranguing the help. She badgers the effeminate American Airlines agent. He appeases her, clacking aut