I am not a heroine. I am lazy, petulant. I want the easy way out. Always, with a taste for champagne and a budget for Arizona Iced Tea, I want better. I am selfish. I do not wish to fight this fight daily and nightly, and in my dreams. I fight because there is nowhere […]Read more "Fight or Flight. A Tired Woman Explains."
(Written for, and originally published by, CompareAfrique) We don’t know her name. We know she was from Guinea, lost her mother and father to the Ebola virus, and was taken by her grandmother to Mali in a desperate (many will say “selfish” and “irresponsible”) attempt to get medical help. She was only 2 years old. I will […]Read more "Africans, Anonymous"
Originally posted on Mike the Mad Biologist:
Regarding the upswing in Western interest in Ebola (the outbreak was chugging along nicely for weeks without much fanfare), one of the tropes that’s spreading (SEE WHAT I DID THERE?) is the word ‘bushmeat.’ A Washington Post story does a good job swatting the nasty implications of that…
So, major American newspapers have really been getting it wrong on race lately. If Alessandra Stanley isn’t obnoxious enough, the Washington Post has more cheerful, dangerous, racist ignorance to offer us, courtesy of a man who discovered a “colorful” Indo-Guyanese community in Queens just before National Genocide Celebration Day Columbus Day. Like, how all West Indians […]Read more "The West Indies is a Country."
It is always a surprise to see her. On this last occasion, I was taken aback because I was on my own turf, busy creating a new version of my old life. It was Monday morning, and notwithstanding the cruel end to a weekend, I was ready. My stubbornly plump figure notwithstanding, I was well […]Read more "Missing the train."
Originally posted on Fledgling:
On Thursday I was sitting at my desk listening to NPR when they announced Attorney General Eric Holder’s resignation. I felt my eyes filling with tears and immediately thought of W.E.B. DuBois’ decision to surrender his U.S. passport and move to Ghana after a lifetime of fighting for social justice. Holder…
Today, I turn 29 years old. I don’t know what that means, per se, but I feel like it’s time for me to get anything of mine that’s not together all the way together. I’ve only recently been forced out of adolescence, what with the acquisition of a stepson and a husband (in that order), […]Read more "#TeamNanny"