The generation that fought their way out of Jim Crow and marched through the Civil Rights era was not some weak, soft, humble-mumbling band of shuckers and jivers waitin’ on de Lawd ta hear dey cry. They were fighters, strategists, builders and leaders and soldiers. Some made speeches, others formed armies; and all committed to a lifetime war to upend a racist nation.
“My mother tells me to fix my hair. And by ‘fix,’ she means straighten. She means whiten. But how do you fix this ship-wrecked history of hair? The true meaning of stranded: when trusses held tight like African cousins in ship bellies, did they imagine that their great grand-children would look like us? And would [...]
My mom swears I started speaking intelligibly at nine months. I tend to believe her because as far back as I can remember, I have always been able to find words to express myself. Those who know me personally will tell you that what you read on social media is merely a glimpse. I’m a [...]
There is nothing black people love more than cookouts. The food, the family, the games all make for a wonderful time and great memories. Now there are certain markers of any black cookout and I’m here to give you a rundown of them: 1. Your uncle will be murdering shit on the grill. Listen, black [...]