The Race Card has not received any gifts yet
From ages eleven and onwards, ninety-two percent of my relationships have been interracial and with mostly white and asian men.
When meeting family and friends for the first time, I always insist my partner inform their inner circle of my being Black prior to meeting, and be sure to pay the respect back in regards to them meeting my own.
From being asked by a curious little (fifteen-year-old) brother if there’s any truth behind Black Women having…
Dear White Feminism (aka, White Beckyism):
C’mere. Sit down. Sit.
You've got a lot of nerve showing up at inopportune times, fervently attempting to educate me on how to be your definition of a proper Woman of Color.
It's why you don't get a Christmas card in November with an invite to come home for the holidays. You can't sit with us; you don't even get a to-go plate (and you know we Black People take that to-go plate business…
As society enters the utopia promised to us in old negro spirituals, the Bill of Rights and Martin Luther King’s dreams we are beginning to witness this country morphing into a true homogenous melting pot. While we are still a long way away from a post-racial America, neighborhoods across the country are evolving into multicultural mixtures of where white people play Spades, Black people listen to country music and everybody hates Donald Trump. Whether it is…Continue