black lives matter
My Kind of Trauma
On November 5th an instagram post went up, it was a picture of some white people I knew… thought I knew? Kind of knew? But in retrospect, never really knew at all. And maybe I kinda knew that, I wasn’t even following 4 out of 5 people in the picture. I was good with just knowing of them. It was a nice enough photo, but the caption was jarring. It was an explanation that what the photo seemed to portray wasn’t exactly the whole picture.
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What Was the Date?
It’s all a blur. And time is basically irrelevant at this point. It doesn’t matter what day it is, it never feels like that day to me and I am always surprised when I find out. And if I tell you a story of something that happened in quarantine, please be aware that it could […]
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The Misrepresentation of The Lord’s Will
I was already on my way out, but the brown little Black girl was the final straw. Well, one of the first final straws. It has been over two years now and I have gone on to go much farther in leaving church than I would have ever thought possible. But that’s a story for […]
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A Quiet Place: An Extremely White Parable of Black Life
Left to my own devices, I NEVER would have seen A Quiet Place. But as the designated plus-one of a friend in the industry, it was my duty to attend the screening premiere, so I did. With great fear and trembling. Horror movies are not my cup of tea. When I went to see Get Out last year, (with great […]
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Lowlights
“When they go low, we go high.” The Sainted Saint Michelle of the House of Obama I can almost still feel the righteousness of that moment. The cheers, the admiration, that feeling that the darkness before the dawn was actually a great sign – proof that the dawn was coming. Because, as we learn from […]
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