I admit that I always had an issue with the way that the media treated Gianna Floyd. Nevertheless, I, along with millions of others, watched the interview where a six-year-old Floyd said she missed her father and wanted to be a doctor to help people. Upon looking at Gianna’s face, one could see George Floyd…
George Floyd, Four Hundred Years Later
It is imperative that the African descended resurrect George Floyd from the chokehold of American his story. The morning of May 25, 2020, would become the final hours of Floyd’s life. By this time last year, his feet were tagged, his organs prepped for an autopsy that would “prove” what millions would see from various…
“Not a Racist Country,” A Black Female Perspective
After a performative summer, the forces of anti-blackness knew they had to cast someone in the lead role. This “someone” was Kamala Harris, who, echoing Tim Scott’s claim, made waves last week following her claim that the United States is “not a racist country.” Not only do these words deem civil rights activists “complainers,” it,…
Mama, I’m in Love With a Revolutionary, Part II
I started this blog with a post entitled “Mama, I’m in Love With a Revolutionary.” I wrote this on the heels of completing George Jackson’s Soledad Brother, spellbound by the incisiveness of a man who hadn’t seen the night sky in a decade. From poignant images of standing his younger brother Jonathan up in a box…
Yt Girl Weekend: Hegemony in the Hills
Waves crashing. Fresh Coconut water beside the ocean. Breakfast in bed, before a hike in the hills. The ambiance for my new year was fresh out of a dream, however, the experience harbored an imperative reminder for exactly how I do not want to live moving forward. The ongoing pandemic shaped our travel destinations, and…
The Black Man, Better As Fiction?
It is interesting to see so many outraged by the reaction to sixteen-year-old Mah’Kia Bryant’s murder. Just after many rejoiced in Derek Chauvin’s conviction, the sixteen-year-old took her last breaths following a fatal shot from the police officers she called for assistance. Her murder illuminates a vicious cycle that promises to obliterate more black youth,…
The Black Humanitarian and the Myth of Unity
Tyler Perry is a cancer for black people whose espousal to the white imaginary makes him an ideal agent for anti-blackness. From joining the chorus in urging black vaccination despite a history of systemic abuse to his speech at the Oscars that underscored unity, a concept linked to “not hating” the police on the heels…
Judas and the Black Messiah, A Black Female Perspective
Admittedly, I experienced a plethora of emotions following watching Judas and the Black Messiah. For the sake of time and space, I will decline the urge to employ the blog as a diary; instead, I will focus on what I feel is most significant. What the film stirred up inside me was an archived memory…
The Hate Crime Bill, A Black Female Perspective
During the Obama Administration, with the bodies of Trayvon Martin, Freddy Gray, Sandra Bland, Mike Brown, Tamir Rice, and John Crawford III cold in the ground, then-President Obama signed the Blue Alert Law to protect police officers. The black collective witnessed a similar evil and slap in the face from those who would also not…
Daunte’s Inferno
Grandma Tilson, I’m afraid of hell. Ain’t nothing to fear, there’s hell on earth. I mean the real her where you can go when you die. You ain’t gotta die to go to the real hell. No? Uh uh, you just gotta sell that silver mirror God propped up in your soul. Sell it to…
Whispers of a Womanist 