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Kathy Y. Wilson

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  

What's Life Like?

0 Comments · Wednesday, October 8, 2003
Deadlines ticked closer, looming with loser status. Responsible parties called the party line wriggling loose from respective responsibilities. One person wanted me to know he's not racist and tha  

Guns 'N Roses

0 Comments · Wednesday, October 1, 2003
The thought of 60 white people carrying guns was enough to keep my black ass out of Northside last Sunday (see