Other Gigs.

Anyway, noting the lack of…flavor, shall we say, DopeReads put together its own list of what famous authors were doing before they were writing! Peep game. [...]

Reparations Now, or Ever?

As you listen to Sarah Collins Rudolph talk about her survival of the 16th Street Baptist Church bombing in Birmingham, Alabama, you almost feel like you’re being offered a glimpse into the making of an out-and-out horror story. One minute, she was a 12 year-old girl in her church’s ladies’ lounge watching her 14 year-old [...]

When Afrocentric Art Goes Wrong: Merchandising the March on Washington.

Last Saturday I left my home in bumblef*ck Virginia to participate in the March on Washington Anniversary festivities in DC. I didn’t really know what to expect, outside of there being lots and lots of my people out in the streets, marching for justice and jobs and other important social issues. And while I knew [...]

The Military Mindset Behind ‘Stop & Frisk.’

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To many New Yorkers, their communities aren’t being served and protected by thier police force – their communities are being occupied by them. [...]

The Zimmerman Trial Through an Abolitionist Lens.

George Zimmerman in April 2012.

Dead weight seems to hang in the air as we wait for the verdict in the trial of George Zimmerman. My fears and hopes feel hinged on each shallow exhale as I sit at the kitchen table, sifting through articles, nibbling oatmeal, talking heads muted. Like many people I [...]

Your Random-Ass Roundup: Hip Hop is Dead?

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Quite a start to the week: Ladies Love Cool James, Rozay and Fat Joe. Sincere didn’t go to #thecountryofAfrica for us to suffer through Mondays like that one. [...]

‘You Can Touch My Hair,’ But Why?

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This makes about as much sense to me as standing outside with a sign that says “You Can Slap My Ass” in order to spark a conversation about street harassment. [...]

‘Between Southern Pride and Southern Blame.’

 

Brad Paisley was kind enough to pen a tribute to my childhood. I’d like to think that I’m the man who works “in the Starbucks down on Main.”

Or rather:

I’m the kid who shudders a bit and starts biting his nails upon walking into an auto parts store far flung from the interstate, [...]