America Killed the Same Man it Celebrates

I was talking to my Dad the other day. Just shooting the shit about the Trailer Park Bowl at Capitol Hill on Jan 6, when we got on the subject of the most shocking events that happened during his lifetime. He listed a couple of events, including the murders of Chaney, Goodman, and Schwerner in Neshoba County, Mississippi. In my head, I was like yeah, that makes sense. He was heavy in the Movement at that time, so to him, it was probably a bit of a wake up call…

Dear Black Santa: Don’t Send These Kids We Quarantined With Shit

Dear Black, slightly diabetic, but not to the point of being on insulin, Santa, Wutup? Hope all is well. How’s Mrs. Claus doing? She good? I’m sure she’s filling the South Pole airwaves with the Patti LaBelle Christmas album. I don’t even know if Patti LaBelle made a Christmas album, but if she did, best believe Mrs. Claus blasting that mf. Mrs. Claus always reminded me of the Candy Lady in every black neighborhood (no matter the income). In hindsight, the Candy Lady was low key the first time most…

My Ode to Detroit – a flashback Christmas story

Once upon a time, in 1990, my dad decided to leave Cape Town, South Africa, in the heart of Apartheid and explore a Fellowship at Wayne State University in Detroit. My mom decided that she and all four of us little kids would come along for the adventure. I was 10 years old at the time. Come along with me, as I remember my first Christmas in Detroit. My experience as a child, was nothing short of extra ordinary, especially when the first 10 years of your life was spent at the bottom of Africa.