CityBeat - Kathy Y. Wilson http://www.citybeat.com/cincinnati/articles.sec-246-1-kathy_y_wilson.html <![CDATA[Like Water for Black People - ]]> America has either been denying black Americans access to all manner of water to drink or it has let us drown; drown in filthy hurricane water or, as in Flint, Michigan in the tainted water flowing into the tubs and sinks of poor blacks and whites there.]]> <![CDATA[In God She Trusts - ]]> The last time I laid eyes on Tracie M. Hunter, she was somewhere in the morass of a battle royale — a July 15, 2014, packed-room, pre-trial hearing before Judge Norbert Nadel. ]]> <![CDATA[Ch-Ch-Changes - ]]> David Bowie’s self-appointed alien status was nothing, a mere indulgence, compared to the Alien Nation we relegated him to.]]> <![CDATA[... and Justice for All? - ]]> During the long winter’s nap of the University of Cincinnati’s winter break wherein “Netflix and chill” ruled the day, in my bloodlust for true crime murder mysteries I came across Making a Murderer. ]]> <![CDATA[The World, It Softly Lulls - ]]> I have a healthy respect for death, as a marker of absences and a gauge of time. Since 2015 knocked me to my literal knees, then on my ass for what looks like the long haul, I wouldn’t say I’m obsessed with death but keenly aware and unafraid of it.]]> <![CDATA[Buzz Me In - ]]> There was a time here in Cincinnati when 1230 AM WDBZ The Buzz — the de facto “black talk” station — was relevant, necessary even. It was black Cincinnati’s bully pulpit, going-off space and platform for spelling out conspiracy theories; a place where unabashed anger was aimed squarely at the white powers that be.]]> <![CDATA[Where They Do That At? - ]]> The terrorist attack in San Bernardino that left 14 people dead and another 21 injured last week marked a red-letter day for feminists the world over: Tashfeen Malik, a 29-year-old female Jihadist terrorist, is shaping up to perhaps be the braintrust behind the ghastly massacre.]]> <![CDATA[Black Power Mixtape - ]]>

Mortar Cincinnati co-founders are trying their hands in Walnut Hills, a land ripe for the development of a drastically changed landscape. Their new and temporary home is called Brick 939 and opened Black Friday to much confusion from potential customers.

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<![CDATA[Gracias - ]]>

I am thankful for the literal light illuminating the screen of this soon-to-be 10-year-old laptop and the weekly ritualistic exploration of ideas happening in this space on this page.

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<![CDATA[Lose to Win - ]]>

It might appear that two top administrators at the University of Missouri stepped down late on Nov. 9 under pressure from black students demanding more action in response to campus-wide racist acts.

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<![CDATA[Slavery Is Hope - ]]>

Dr. Ben Carson, the first seriously viable black presidential candidate since Barack Obama, is obsessed with slavery.

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<![CDATA[Shattered Expectations - ]]>

Editor Kierna Mayo recently told CNN she did not get much sleep in the days leading up to the release of the November issue. That’s because the slaying of sacred cows requires as much mental fortitude as it does physical energy.

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<![CDATA[On My Cane - ]]>

I now walk on a cane full-time, and my new dependence on it has made the world — my world — a very small, level place.

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<![CDATA[Routine 15 - ]]>

Oregon is bewildering. The public massacre on the campus of Umpqua Community College in Roseburg, Oregon, by yet another thrice-named, isolated white man, is as confusing as anything that has ever come out of Oregon.

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<![CDATA[Exit Through the Gift Shop - ]]>

It took the visit of the Holy Father, His Excellency the Pope for John Boehner to come to his senses and be the sacrificial lamb his Grand Old Party of Republican hard-hearts needed to advance their agenda.

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<![CDATA[I’m with Stupid - ]]>

My partner and I were once walking to Findlay Market from the spooky end of Green Street. We held hands as we neared the market. A scruffy, possibly homeless, black man approached. I made eye contact with him. At first, he spoke amicably. Until he saw that we were hand in hand.

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<![CDATA[When Business Goes - ]]>

Ginger Dawson is an iconic woman for more reasons than her aesthetic, though her blunt bangs, her from-a-bottle-henna-red hair and her penchant for black and/or retro clothes aligns her more readily to the equally iconic Punk designer Vivienne Westwood than to the “genteel” antiques mall proprietress she, ahem, once was.

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<![CDATA[On Serena - ]]>

In the mid-1990s when Venus and Serena Williams were teenagers, when the jangle of beaded scalp-tight cornrows and silver braces on their teeth long preceded waist-length weaves and fake painted fingernails, neither blacks specifically nor America generally knew exactly what we were looking at when we looked at the Williams sisters.

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<![CDATA[Woman with Stuff - ]]>

The night before I sat down to write this, I had formulated in my head the perfect first sentence to describe my emotional station, but I have now lost that to anxiety, to slumber, to dreams. The best sentence is this one:  My kidneys are failing me because I have failed my body.

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<![CDATA[My Only Uncle John Thomas Hill (1936-2015) - ]]>

Well, I took him for granted — strong, strapping and chiseled from the black coal of Chattaroy, West Virginia, as he was and had always been.

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