I don’t often write about race and racism from a personal arena, mainly because I have not experienced it often, but also wanted my writing space to be about more than the colour of my skin. And in the past, both ‘sides’ have been vocal about my qualifications to comment on race given my husband was white and our children of mixed heritage. As though that observation can be of use in any sensible debate. You see, already I’m tired and I haven’t even progressed past the first paragraph....more
My wonderful wife has a heart of gold. After all the years we've been married, she still amazes me. For one thing, she cares deeply for people. For another, she has an intuitive understanding of others that's almost scary. Words will come out of her mouth that are dead-on perfect while I'm still muddling through my feelings and trying to figure out what's really going on. ...more
Originally posted on burymeinredlipstick.comThe praise of grace /or forgiveness in the face of vitriolic racism perpetuates the idea that anger is not a valid response. Anger is a valid response to racism. I reject the idea that someone has to turn the other cheek or hold someone’s hand while experiencing the pain inflicted by that same person in order to be seen as sympathetic. The people who perpetuate that idea are insecure with their own conduct, racism or otherwise, and want that same evenhanded approach to their misdeeds. ...more
It took being on the brink of history for Serena Williams to get the level of love and support from American tennis fans that she's been enjoying at this year's U.S. Open. Never before has she gotten so much attention from the media or the nation.
I'm still reeling from the massacre of those nine people who were slaughtered during bible study at Emanuel A.M.E. Church in Charleston, S.C. Those people were in the sanctuary to pray, discuss the Word and just like millions of other congregants across the country, to fellowship in mid-week service. It happens in nearly every church in the country. It is a mid-week tune-up, if you will, that offers a more laid-back alternative to the fuller Sunday service....more
February is Black History Month. For me, this celebration began in February 1976, when I was in fourth grade at Immaculate Conception Catholic School in the Germantown section of Philadelphia.Back then we had a mix of races in our class: black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Haitian. It was kumbaya I tell ya. Back then we fought over so-called boyfriends/girlfriends, who had the best handwriting and bad trades of oversold lunches. (I once traded a huge Italian hoagie for a never-before-tasted PB&J. I ended up in the principal’s office that day.) Kumbaya....more