After Watching Tiger King, I Momentarily Felt Bad For White People

I’m not white. Actually, I’m nowhere close to being white. Well, my momma is light skin, but she don’t take shit from white folks, never has. You know, she one of those light skin folks who let’s white folks know real quick that they are not one of them. That they carry around their black ancestors everywhere they go. And will unleash the spirit of said black ancestors to curse them slam tf out. But I digress… If you haven’t seen Tiger King, I encourage you to do so. It…

Black Parent Chronicles, Chapter 1: An Open Letter to My Daughters

Dear Harper and Harlow, Firstly, Daddy loves you beyond the end of time. I am and will always support both of you, for you two are my greatest creation and inspiration, and because of this, I have a reason to live and a purpose to live for. OK, now we got that sentimental shit out the way, let’s address the reason why I felt compelled to share this letter to you. Well, because, as you read this some day, I’m sure one or both of you will ask, “You doing…

Trigger Happy Becky’s Guilty White Tears Ain’t Enough

Botham Jean was the perfect nigga. He was an educated, well-mannered, well-dressed black man without a Jaywalking citation attached to his name. And even though the media and white America, in general, searched high and low for imperfections, none were found. (And yes, I know they tried to cite and focus on less than an ounce of weed found in his apartment as a flaw, but that is not a fucking flaw. If anything, it’s a positive, but I digress) No flaws were found because Botham Jean knew that any…