In Search of Peak Blackness.

A young Muhammad Ali sings with Sam Cooke.

After we posted that insane picture of Jesse Jackson ballin’ out with Marvin Gaye the other day and dubbed it a contender for peak blackness,  the homie Rembert Browne of Grantland decided to hit a few of us up — Ernest Wilkins of the Chicago Tribune, Cord Jefferson of Gawker, Jason Parham of Spook Magazine , Jenna Wortham of the New York Times, Issa “Awkward Black Girl” Rae and, er, me — to see if we can figure this thing out at

Again, there are theoretical scenarios that would be inarguably the moment of peak blackness, but unless we find a way to transverse multiverses and dimensions, we’re never likely to see Harriet Tubman doing the wobble.


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Gene "G.D." Demby is the founder and editor of PostBourgie. In his day job, he blogs about race and ethnicity for National Public Radio. He is a native of South Philly and reads and writes and runs and rants. You can follow him on Twitter or subscribe to him on Facebook.

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