When we got our Dalmatian puppy, Bean, I learned one quick and hard lesson: To own a dog is to reconcile with the prospect of forced socializing.
Crossing paths with another dog owner often means engaging in stilted conversation while the dogs sniff butts.
“Nice day, isn’t it?”
“What breed is your dog?”
“How about those [name of a local sports team]?”
Meanwhile, you pray the conversation doesn’t turn political.
Life as a first-time dog owner reminds me of when my son was in preschool and we felt like we were essentially dating his friend’s parents. …
Four days later, the results were final. Joe Biden and Kamala Harris were in. Donald Trump and Mike Pence were out.
I spent that Saturday morning sifting through the latest updates while watching the coverage and joining the chatter on Twitter (yes, the Black one).
When the news hit, I watched Black joy in the form of GIFs, memes, and clever takes. We laughed while embracing all of our pettiness, mocking the racist cartoon Trump and his MAGA supporters had become in the wake of their loss.
I watched the joy of Black women.
I watched the joy of Brown…
Let me state, emphatically, that I do not hate White people. Quite to the contrary, I love White people. I just hate what some have done and continue to do to Black words, thoughts, appeals, and feelings. Let me also state, with the same enthusiasm, that the United States has never liked me. With the constant erasure of Black culture, White America still makes it inherently clear that the color, gloss, and hue of my skin unsettle the puppeteers of the nation’s power structures.
Race can be considered many things. One thing it is not is real. “White” and “Black”…
I am afraid of White people touching my shit. Explicitly, I am fearful of those who lack a comprehensive understanding of Black culture and language adding commentary to my work. It’s like someone going to an NBA game and asking me, “So, when does Tiger Woods come out?” I have seen what White people do to Black shit — to the work of Dave Chappelle, Paul Robeson, and Etta James.
White editors will say they are just editing your work, but it will feel like they are holding lighters to it, they are holding wicker to it, waiting for the…