On Being Black and Being Sat in the Back of Literary Events

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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 […]

Small Protest for the Day

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I have decided that, after thirty-seven years of writing (since I was six years old) and fourteen years of being . a professional writer, I would finally say something that’s been on my mind for a really, . really long time: I don’t write about “race.” I don’t consider myself–nor should you– . a “race” […]