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Kathy Y. Wilson

What Color is Hatred?

1 Comments · Wednesday, August 29, 2012
There is a lot wrong in the brutal beating of Pat Mahaney, a 45-year-old white man, by six black teenagers in North College Hill. Sadly and somehow brilliantly, this is a teachable moment about to pass us all by if we don’t start grappling with and then telling some truths.  


2 Comments · Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Like a lot of Cincinnati neighborhoods, mine — Walnut Hills — is segregated and there are fine, even invisible-to-the-unknowing-eye dividing lines separating beauty from filth, danger from safety, white from black and the strugglers from the affluent.  


2 Comments · Wednesday, August 15, 2012
It’s an oversimplification, but I do not like Willard Mitt Romney and my dislike plays “Tag! You’re it!” with the smallest annoyances.


A Day at the Park

7 Comments · Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Washington Park is a social experiment so vastly successful Cincinnatians might be unaware of the nuances in its meaning.
We’re still spastically drunk off the park’s new-park smell.  

The Black Scourge, the Black Church

1 Comments · Wednesday, August 1, 2012
How is this still even on the table in 2012? Why hasn’t unprotected sex among blacks — the population with the highest HIV numbers — been more closely associated with self-esteem, because you must not love yourself if you let someone push up unprotected.


The Joker

6 Comments · Wednesday, July 25, 2012
When I rode into Denver in the blazing summer of 1984, I  befriended two native Coloradans in classes on the Denver campus of the University of Colorado, the same campus once attended by the orange-haired gunman accused in the midnight massacre of 12 people in a multiplex cinema in Aurora July 20 during a premiere of The Dark Knight Rises.  

Bunbury, Isle of White

173 Comments · Wednesday, July 18, 2012
It must be comforting and indeed relaxing to come from near and far and land at Sawyer Point for three days, look around and see throngs and gaggles of folks just like yourself everywhere you look. Aaaah, whiteness. Take a deep breath. Smell it.


That's So Gay

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Eyes rolling. Heavy sigh. Gays and lesbians are some of the most tedious people. A worrisome, worried lot. I get being out. I do. I am. It’s this new way folks come out that is funny and boring, and when I say “folks” I mean celebrities, stars, rappers, singers, athletes. You know, the ones living in such rarified air that after they post, tweet or air the news of their gayness the rest of us — yawn — already knew, they have the literal luxury of being able to live their lives without really being stung by the realities of homophobia the rest of us live with.  

Anatomy of a Blackout

0 Comments · Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Usually, we lose power along the T-shaped intersection where I live in Walnut Hills when somebody spits on the sidewalk or a moderate wind blows through. So when the lights flickered the first time in TJ Maxx, I knew what was up.  

Fashion Slaves

3 Comments · Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Postmodern black American enslavement is quite a spectacle. Witness the temporary thunderclap of comfort and the blinding shinola emitting from the upper middle classes every time a black American charges an expensive purchase or, better yet, uses payday Friday bill money to floss. All black everything.