“Tamir Rice was lynched and everybody knows, every black body felt it and every white body dealt.” -Tabias Wilson to not be safe on the earth. simply because of the…
Soldiers confront the skeletons in our closet, the buried and dismembered bodies we require to be, us. They do so for the American ideal, for you and for me…silently..quietly…politely..and for that we give faux thanks. And chile, let us not talk about freedom. Our freedoms are more vulnerable to attacks from the officer around the corner, the callous racist teacher in the schoolhouse, the man with a crisis of masculinity and lack of sexual self control, the politico who votes for the oligarchy because that’s the way democracy here works…than any deranged or sensibly angry person overseas. Now it’s time to watch Empire, because I’m a free Negro and shit.
As we lay, a tear flees each of my eyes in a cold, prideful defeat with each caress of his breathe against the small of my neck. He sleeps peacefully…
This was the first time that I did not begin a new journey with time spent reflecting in the Town Where Time Does Not Reside. I boarded my flight in…
We, black folk, all know the feeling of the noose. We gasp for air when we see them roll by with badges, or in large groups. We know in any…
Flipping the script is both revolutionary and radical. It is a revolt against all that has been designated as “blackness” and radical–or grasping at the root–of the tenants of white supremacy and anti-blackness. Transgressing this ideology and ethic, with a practice of love is not only unheard of, but an unnatural practice in a white supremacist state. This is certainly true if we begin to use my dynamic conception of a critical love ethic: “a practice of universal liberation from cyclical and systemic violence and oppression…we must look deeply and examine the oppressor within, dare to love those who we see as threats or “other” and question whether the threat is real, imagined or internal. This is a call for a human solidarity across and beyond racialized differences and an ethic of love that first acknowledges our shared humanity and endeavors to reify that shared notion.” As I stated in earlier piece on love among black men, we must begin to reconstruct our notions of self, our relationship to others, brothers and sisters.