BTSD: Black-American Traumatic Stress Disorder

I am suffering from Black-American Traumatic Stress Disorder. No, I didn’t mean Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. You can’t label an event “post” when it is continually happening. BTSD is not a diagnosable disorder, meaning it has not been validated by any governing body of psychological medical conditions. While I did make it up, this is me searching for a label to describe how I feel with every triggering reminder that Black people are still oppressed in this country. There have been several reminders in the last two weeks: the new…

Meghan Markle and Prince Harry: The Real Interview

By now, most of us either watched or have been made aware of Oprah interviewing Meghan Markle and Prince Harry. A lot was said. A lot was revealed. But did we get the real version of the interview? Or only the edited version? Well, the zealous team at Black With No Chaser managed to uncover the real, unedited version of the worldwide, televised interview. And it was a lot, to say the least. Oprah: Did you know what you were getting into? Meghan: Of course. I mean, it’s the royal…

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.