Finding Detroit

I made the decision to move to Detroit on the wings of my new relationship. Detroit, the place where my Mother grew up, where my Grandmother went to work for decades, where my Grandfather died sending rifts through a family Elmer’s glued together. A place beloved and feared as a Murder Capital. A placed debate…

To Be Mulatto in Times of Black Death | Part One

When Jesse Williams accepted BET’s Humanitarian award, I wasn’t paying attention. Light-skinned activists aren’t an endangered species, so why should I stop what I’m doing to listen to another light-skinned male tell a group full of variously hued Black folks his vision for our liberation? My President is Black, and I certainly haven’t listened to…