The ruminations of an ex- colored woman
It’s January 15th. He was born today but I don’t feel like celebrating. Instead, I have entered this day kicking and screaming. I know it’s his party but I can cry if I want to. Arms folded. Keep your invitations, your black- tie events. I don’t have or want or need a dress for this. […]
Read MoreThis week, I began a Doctor of Ministry program at a local seminary in Washington, D.C. The first class was on the politics of the church. Today, during a lunch break , I decided to leave campus to eat. I had packed a lunch with a few of my favorites to include a turkey sandwich […]
Read MoreWhat is it that we see in race that we cannot see apart from it? Why do we prefer to get closer to it than to ourselves? This literal carnal identity, we are known by our skin. It is the way of the world. It is the way things are people remind me. No other […]
Read More“In the decades before the American Revolution, merchants and planters became not just the benefactors of colonial society but its new masters. Slaveholders became college presidents. The wealth of the traders determined the locations and decided the fates of colonial schools. Profits from the sale and purchase of human beings paid for campuses and swelled […]
Read More“After all these generations and centuries of practice, we still don’t know how to see and talk about ourselves or each other. We are at the same time obsessed with ‘race’ and wholly confounded by it.” |Thomas Chatterton Williams, Self- Portrait in Black and White: Unlearning Race Oppressed and oppressor, master and slave, America has […]
Read More“After all these generations and centuries, we still don’t know how to see and talk about ourselves and each other.” | Thomas Chatterton Williams, Self- Portrait in Black and White: Unlearning Race Is that all you’ve got? Is that all you have for me? Is there nothing more to say about me, save these physical […]
Read MoreRace is a rule of law. The color line is well- defined as each generation digs in their heels. “We shall not be moved.” We fold our arms and turn our backs. We turn on each other and take turns hating the other. I hate you. You hate me. We hate them. One way of […]
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