Observations from a Nigga

"Agitate." ~ Frederick Douglass


I recently visited the National Museum of African American History and Culture and frankly I was overwhelmed. As soon as I entered this massive structure across the street from the Ku Klux Clan-ish looking Washington Monument, I sat down and... Continue Reading →


In my middle class, black existence in the 80's, things started to change. For Sale signs went up, some of my friends were not as freshly dressed as they used to be. I remember going to a friend’s house and... Continue Reading →


I am not good with the ladies. I have no game, no assets, so lame. People assume I am a ladies man because of the way I move, but I really prefer reading a book than making love. On the... Continue Reading →

Politically Speaking

This country fundamentally irritates me to the core; the cynicism and pessimism rolls down my cheeks in frustration. I am a Democrat, but they don't speak for me for they are gutless, spineless performers who are really in cahoots with the... Continue Reading →

Hoop Dreams

I have a dream. I have a dream that one day…We once again celebrate the man who saved America's soul. America's greatest American. Unfortunately, that speech is a dream, not steeped in reality. The reality is police brutality, a fifty... Continue Reading →

Obama and Me

As the Obama Administration comes to a close, I have reflected on these eight years. When the Obama years began in 2008, I was beginning a descent into a personal hell, much like the country Obama was elected to save.... Continue Reading →

What Happens to a Dream Deferred?

I work at a place where dreams die. I work at a place where poverty leaks like a faucet. I work at a place where intellect dies. I work at a place where profane language is the norm. I work... Continue Reading →

We Are Our Own Slaves

word and silence

I usually repost this every year around Black Friday, but it seems a good companion to yesterday’s essay. It’s not just the media that’s to blame for our situation:

When asked if the news of the day surprised him anymore, the poet Joseph Brodsky—who grew up in Soviet Russia and came to America in his early thirties—said in part,

It certainly doesn’t surprise me. I think the world is capable of only one thing basically—proliferating its evils. That’s what time seems to be for…. The only thing that surprises me is the frequency, under the present circumstances, of instances of human decency, of sophistication, if you will. Because basically the situation—on the whole—is extremely uncongenial for being decent or right.[i]

Or, as it was said more than a millennia earlier: “It has gotten to the point where there is nowhere that the ugliness of opportunism does not exist.”

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Unite for America’s Sake

I am watching this presidential race with a combination of amusement and utter despair. This election is an embarrassment…and entertaining. Donald Trump has become a residue political figure created by the white man’s disdain for having a “monkey” and “monkey... Continue Reading →

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