So, Megan thee Stallion revealed this week that yes, it was Tory Lanez who shot her last month, and the internet has gone absolutely wild. I’ve been watching this story for weeks now, and I hate to say it, but I predicted this would happen. I knew she was going to eventually spill the tea, … Continue reading Megan thee Stallion: a Cautionary Tale for Young Black Women
If I was a white woman, I think I would be considered quite normal. Maybe even boring? But because I’m a black woman, I’m abnormal. Or should I say, special. We’ll go with that. It sounds nicer. Maybe you know what I mean. If you’re a black woman who’s reasonably educated, works either in a … Continue reading Another Episode in the Life of a Black Female Unicorn
My heart absolutely breaks for Chikesia Clemons, the 25-year-old woman who was brutally assaulted/arrested last weekend at a Waffle House in Saraland, Alabama. It’s really hard for me to write my blog this week. I’ve wavered, I’ve teared up, I even debated not writing anything because I knew this had to be my topic, and … Continue reading Boycott Waffle House. Let Chikesia Know She Matters
Words I never thought I’d utter, ever LOL. But Amandala Stenberg is kind of fabulous. I knew it when I saw her bad ass little self in the movie Columbiana, but now I see she’s just as impressive in real life. Amandla commented on Kylie Jenner’s recent photo of herself with cornrows, and my first … Continue reading I am seriously in love with @amandalastenberg… #race #blackculture
There are a lot of places in the world that are practically colorless. Of course, you know I don’t mean color as in green or blue or pink — I’m referring to skin color. In the absence of color when you do see it, initially it’s surprising, like the bleed of a red splotch on … Continue reading Brown Ballerinas: Breaching Color Barriers #race #discrimination #dance
When the Trayvon verdict came down a week ago, my first thought was, I need to write about this. It’s news. I should be tendering an opinion. I am a member of the media, after all. But somehow I couldn’t. I couldn’t summon one ounce of passion over the verdict. My poor mother, on the other hand, was so angry she cleaned the stove – a hated chore she accomplished so masterfully that the sucker looked brand new when I came to visit days later.
I was blasé about the entire trial. I half listened to testimony, not even bothering to cringe or roll my eyes when they put that ridiculous, practically illiterate girl on the stand. Yeah, that helped. And when old George was set free, I felt nothing. I wasn’t upset. I wasn’t surprised. I wasn’t compelled to march or cry or complain or even tweet.
The fact is, this type of thing – young black man gunned down and white killer set free – happens all the time. It’s just that poor Trayvon won the martyr hat for the year. Don’t get me wrong. It is a tragic loss of life. We’ll never know what that young man might have accomplished. He could have been our second black president. It’s undeniably sad that because of someone else’s immaturity and fear, he won’t have an opportunity to change the world or even to contribute in some way.
It’s tragic that Trayvon will only be remembered in this horrid context, his handsome brown face emblazoned on hoodies, associated with death and anger, injustice and wasted potential. Continue reading “Obama a Global George Zimmerman? Really?”