Be Careful what You Wish For, Re-Presentation and 2020

2020 began with the devastating death of Kobe Bryant and his teenage daughter Gianna. What still permeates my memory is how Bryant’s parents attended his public memorial to no acknowledgment. Their omission delineated a poignant truth: that the black optic attains its status following a complete uprooting from its origins. Then, we watched COVID birth…

Evil, A Poetic Rant

 Evil Looks like what drives me crazy Don’t have no effect on you— But I’m gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy too —Langston Hughes  Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, I hear George Floyd cry out for his mother. His last words, an eerie longing for…

The 72nd Hour and The Good Master

It’s Saturday afternoon, and the black collective now approaches the 72nd hour after the Breonna Taylor verdict. Admittedly, it feels disingenuous writing that last clause, because there was no trial. The verdict was read when the soldiers of white supremacy burst into Breonna Taylor’s apartment in March. Nevertheless, I digress. The white media has predictably…

The Aftertaste of Anti-black Assassination

It’s hard to put my feelings into words. To describe how it feels to live in a world where a wall receives more justice than a black woman who took what would become her last breaths in what the DA refuses to acknowledge as a murder. The grief is a heavy load that weighs down…

Breonna Taylor and the Black Girl Legacy

We all knew this was coming. Government officials locked down the city of Louisville, foreshadowing what the government knew would spark outage; a verdict that cleared all involved officers of Breonna Taylor’s murder. Cameron’s word engendered an overt insult to black intelligence in charging one officer with a shooting a wall and “endangering neighbors” while…

Vanity Ain’t Fair: Examining The Black Woman as an American Prop Though Breonna Taylor’s Posthumous Popularity

If the world had seen Taylor before they could never see her, if she mattered when they could look her in her eye, the readers of these magazines would not have encountered Taylor on the news or as a Covergirl. Rather, she would have been a person they pretended not to see on the street, precluded their children from befriending, or a person who motivated their move to all-white neighbors on the outskirts of the city.