I can’t watch the latest videos of police murdering blackÂ men. I feel that I should watch them, to bear witness. But… the depressing regularity ofÂ these videos threatens to engulf me in despair. So,Â I am not watching the murders ofÂ Alton Sterling and Philando Castile. Instead, I will write a few words –Â expressing sentiments I’ve shared before
In response to concerns expressed by some members of my family, I have removed this blog post. This marks the first time that I’ve removed or changed something for reasons other than finding an error or a typo. This post will not reappear here. Â But nor will it completely disappear. Â I plan to revise and
When people ask me about the steps to empathize with someone who’s been incarcerated, as if – and in some ways, there is a grand liberal tradition of wanting to imagine that you can feel black pain, which is itself almost always an exercise in violence and privilege. Not just something that can’t be done.
The second in my “Archive of Childhood” series. Trigger warning: images of a racist doll appear below. I’ve included it because this post is about racism, and I didn’t feel I could talk about the racism without displaying the doll in question. NOTE. A revised and expanded inquiry into this subject forms the Introduction (“Race,