Last week, as I read about the courage of Jemele Hill in addressing the disturbing messages coming from the White House, my own racial cowardice was thrown into relief. Those people who know me would be shocked by my calling myself a coward. After all, I was a red, black, and green diaper baby, a […]
I wish I could find a phrase that instantly informs the sweet, perfectly nice, very liberal and progressive white organizers of literary events that if you’ve only got four black guests in a room of over two hundred, you don’t sit one of those black guests in the back of the room, especially if she’s […]
Today is the day after Father’s Day, and this is the first year that I thought I would get past it without having an emotional meltdown. I’m married to a nice guy, and I gave up meat, a diet change that opened my spirituality in ways I never thought possible, and I decided that this […]
Real feminists don’t tether our politics to a cultural institution that has degraded Black women out loud, in public, and gleefully for over fifteen years now and counting.
There is a very long tradition of White critics who are invested in keeping Black poets at the margins of Contemporary American Poetry.
It has been four days since Troy Anthony Davis was executed—murdered—by the state of Georgia. Alright, we’re upset–now what?
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If we are all honest about the death penalty, it’s not about justice—it’s about retribution, a blood cost.
It’s dawned on me what is really wrong with hip hop: the music fails in its contract with African American literary and historical traditions.
Usually, I blog about something I’ve read about in the news, but this issue with Black women and self-love is something I don’t need to read about, because it’s going on with me every day