Home · Articles · By Kathy Y. Wilson
Kathy Y. Wilson

Treacherous Bunnies' Lament

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 30, 2003
It's Bugs Bunny's 65th anniversary. I wanted to write solely about Liberia, our lyin'-ass president and why he don't particularly give a fuck about a country of dusty-ass Africans 'cause can't no p  


0 Comments · Wednesday, July 23, 2003
The lure of anonymous pussy trumps mortgages, diapers, family vacations, carpools and all those other trappings of domestic bliss. While work-a-day men bet the farm on pussy, athletes and entertai  

Call Me Chad

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 16, 2003
I knew I was a nerd when my brothers ridiculed the way I talked. Just like fellow female black nerd Dani McClain (see The Other 'N' Word ), I got clowned for "talking white." In case you've taken   

Music: The Art of Noise

The poetics of Ursula Rucker's ruckus

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 9, 2003
Whenever the overhead blower clicks on in the CityBeat office, Ursula Rucker's sotto voce is swamped by gusts of industrial-strength, conditioned air. When it shuts off, Rucker's still hard to h  

Greatest Licks

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 9, 2003
Three years on, and I'm still checkin' for fools. July 13 marks the three-year anniversary of the inception of "Your Negro Tour Guide." This is your 140th Tour, regardless of where you hopped on or   

Dancing with the Devil

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 2, 2003
In 1970, Sen. Strom Thurmond hired Thomas Moss. A black South Carolinian and director of the Voter Education Project, which advocated black voter registration, Moss was the first black person hired  

'Shame the Devil': Hal McKinney and the shooting at Junker's Tavern

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 11, 2003
Hal McKinney's dogs want to eat me. Alerted by incessant barking, the 54-year-old Northsider appears in the doorway of his Chase Avenue home. Approaching the tall wooden fence, he assures his dogs  

Brown Meat, Beer and a Bootleg Cabbie

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 4, 2003
The meat isn't brown. I'd heard and believed the urban legend that said meat sold at the Over-the-Rhine Kroger was so near the end of its shelf life it was as brown as the customers who shopped the  

Locals Only: : Father, Son and the Holy Notes

The Menefields' book-ended beliefs on display in two fine new Jazz releases

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 28, 2003
William Menefield has this show-off shirt. It's royal blue; this side of nouveau pimp. But if you're in his audience and he shows up wearing it, strap yourself in -- Menefield's about to thrash  

Volunteer Slavery: Thoughts on Jayson Blair's screwup at The New York Times

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 28, 2003
"You know, there's nothing worse than being wrong around white folks." -- Jill Nelson, 'Volunteer Slavery' I still wince. Yanked off car crashes, fires and dog attacks, I was anxious to prove