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Kathy Y. Wilson

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  


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  

Black Marvin Bullshit

0 Comments · Wednesday, December 3, 2003
When Marvin Lewis first came to town, pro-Bengal bobble heads slathered on him responsibilities that had nothing to do with U-turning a losing football team. According to them, Lewis' blackness cam  

Cop Eye for the Black Guy

0 Comments · Wednesday, November 19, 2003
People act like racial profiling doesn't exist. Do the math. They act like cops -- bad cops -- don't detain drivers based first on race and then, while they're at it, rifle through the car for anyth  

Not Wisely but Too Well

0 Comments · Wednesday, November 12, 2003
It's in your hands. The paper's first issue of its 10th volume is mellow momentum. CityBeat is at an impasse with itself. It's a beautiful curse to be simultaneously this young and this old in thi  

Princess in the Promised Land

0 Comments · Wednesday, November 5, 2003
Welcoming another's baby makes grieving a dead infant unbearable. There goes Kennedy Anne Wilson. Here comes Francine Anne Blase. Three days after Kennedy, my niece, died at home from complications  

Got Minutes?

0 Comments · Wednesday, October 15, 2003
First, I thought it would be dope to only have a cell phone. No land line, just a cellie. Much as I tire of talking on the phone, I took the cellular appendage not as a status symbol or a look-at-m