Whispers of a Womanist

A Black Female Perspective…



Life occurrences intertwined with the themes of race, gender and young adulthood. All names and locations have been changed unless noted otherwise.

A Telling Exchange between a Free and Enslaved African

I read an interesting exchange in my blog this weekend. The exchange was beneath a post authored earlier this year regarding interracial dating. The comments painted members of the black collective somewhat predictably—those who understand interracial relationships as a strategy... Continue Reading →

Bon Voyage For Now, or Forever? Travel the and Temperate Escape

I journeyed to New Orleans as a college freshman in Spring of 2007. Like millions throughout the world, I  heard of the damage caused by Katrina and seen the images on television of blacks planted on top of their homes... Continue Reading →

Why I Won’t Date a White Man

When I first started dating my boyfriend, he took me to a wharf alongside the Belt Parkway of New York City. It was the middle of the night and the city wore an unfamiliar silence as we walked alongside one... Continue Reading →

Celebrations and Contributing to a Conscious Kingdom

I turned twenty-nine this week, and it was different yet somehow similar to all the other “birthdays” I had since turning 18. If you’re lucky, as a child a parent, sibling, teacher or caretaker will assume the burden of making... Continue Reading →

Assessing the Howard Experience on its 150th Anniversary

The HBCU discussion has become a frequent component in many of my current conversations. This is partially in lieu of BET’s new series “The Quad” which issues multiple perspectives regarding the HBCU experience. My HBCU experience is scrutinized for one... Continue Reading →

The Brother on the Bridge: The Miseducation of Black Suicide

"Not dead, not dead, but escaped; not bond, but free.”

What Teaching Taught Me

I still remember writing my cover letter for my first college teaching job. I wrote that I wished to be the example for other minority women who wish to go far with their education. While my ambitions have proved fruitful... Continue Reading →

Things My Mother Taught Me

While it has been over two decades since I learned to walk, the lessons of my mother continue to guide me as her hands once did. Her voice- whispers in my mind as I stroll through life and even as I articulate my ideas on this blog. Furthermore, I am forever indebted to my mother as my mom, but also as a remarkable woman.

Damsel of Double Consciousness; How I learned to see myself in color

Racism. This word, amongst others, is a word you are more than acquainted with as a black woman. However, to experience it firsthand, these politics of race become personal. When I consider the depth of this statement, my mind journeys... Continue Reading →

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