The Abernathy contributor spotlight series shines the spotlight on our brilliant authors. If you’d like to write for Abernathy, please submit your best work here. Why is writing important to you? Writing is important to me because I enjoy educating others through my personal experiences. If someone can read my stories and gain a useful… Continue reading Contributor Spotlight: Alexia Clincy
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Contributor Spotlight: Bethany Criss-June
The Abernathy contributor spotlight series shines the spotlight on our brilliant authors. If you’d like to write for Abernathy, please submit your best work here. Why is writing important to you? Writing has always been the way I share myself with the world. I’m a complete and total introvert. So when I write, I share… Continue reading Contributor Spotlight: Bethany Criss-June
Decentralizing Masculinity: The Opening
This is article one of five in a patriarchy series—from the mouth of a Black man to the ears of Black men—written by the multi-talented Daniel Johnson. Subscribe via email. I decided to begin a five-part examination into the ways patriarchy expresses itself specifically within the context and confines of Black America. I believe this… Continue reading Decentralizing Masculinity: The Opening
My Daddy Said Shoot
W hat happens when your husband is just like your father? In June of 2003, Beyonce broke the internet/television/radio/album sales/etc with the release of her first solo album, Dangerously In Love. I just turned 20 years old when the album dropped, and as the saying goes, it gave me life. Here was this unabashedly beautiful,… Continue reading My Daddy Said Shoot
This, Too, Shall Pass
“The continued existence of our species is predicated on the fact that women are designed to withstand pain.” I’m not usually vain enough to quote myself, but I said that one night while otherwise inebriated and reeling from heartache, both personal and societal. But let me take a step back from that and paint a… Continue reading This, Too, Shall Pass
Dear Malia Obama, I Am Sorry.
Dear Malia Obama, I am sorry. I am sorry that you have decided to go to Harvard and have been subject to people who cannot hold a candle to you in any way giving the antebellum Ninety-Five Theses on why you do not belong there. Not because they are bitter colleagues of your Columbia-educated father… Continue reading Dear Malia Obama, I Am Sorry.
Searching For Identity In the Realm of Black Hair
A few weeks ago, I stepped away from the kinky/curly hair community for a basic haircut. I’d re-entered the space with an understanding of how I revel in the fragmentation of the African-American community. While I question what it means to be united with other African-Americans, I used my hair to play up my self-worth.… Continue reading Searching For Identity In the Realm of Black Hair
A League of Their Own
When I left Haiti in 1964, I was certainly aware of social and economic inequalities, as well as of those between men and women. I do remember, for instance, the enthusiasm of young people of my generation for projects of assistance and support to the needy, visits to the sick, and help in evangelization and… Continue reading A League of Their Own
My Mother and Me
One of the best parts of my adult life is the camaraderie I’ve developed with my mother. It’s a fruitful and engaging friendship filled with jokes, laughs, and playful pokes by the two of us. If a couple of weeks go by without us speaking, my phone will ring and “Mommy” will flash. The minute… Continue reading My Mother and Me
A Loving Letter to Black Men Who Mean Well
We try and fail. And we’ve been conditioned to look for black women to help us get up. After all, they always have. But if what we have tried and failed at doing is addressing our own sexism, we must resist this conditioned response. Part of rooting out the patriarchy within ourselves is withholding expectation… Continue reading A Loving Letter to Black Men Who Mean Well