“Sun don’t shine, and we all know why. Bullets be flying, so many shooting. Through the darkest times, through the darkest nights. We war, we war.” —Bullets by. Kaytranada ft. Little Dragon I have a legitimate fear for the lives of the black men that I love. A fear that I wish was irrational—however it’s… Continue reading For The Black Men I Love In America
“Clearly, you must just not like white people” “I think you’ve become what you’re fighting. A racist…Shame.” “There isn’t really a space for someone like you, here” “He’s just so angry these days and too sensitive. I miss the old Wisdom” I’ve heard these phrases over and over from close friends, colleagues, managers, and acquaintances.… Continue reading Can The “Angry Black Guy” Have White Friends?