• Not Your Grandpa’s Dashiki

    I was at Washington Dulles Airport, when an older white woman walked past me. She was wearing a fabulous blue linen suit, her hair swept into a clean silver bun. Had it not been for the handbag she was carrying, I might not have even noticed her among the crowd of other well-dressed white women…

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  • 'The Eyes of the World Are Watching'

    Picture this: the soon-to-be former President Bush’s motorcade is driving down the pothole-ridden streets of Africa, passing by dozens of tar-skinned locals standing along the road-sides with huge, welcoming smiles, holding signs which read “OBAMA 08.” It’s the exact scene that was captured in a photograph my friend emailed me about two weeks ago. By…

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  • Invisible and Not Really Black?

    How’s this for an example of erasure? I was chatting on the phone with an editor at a media outlet which regularly features my writings. Having worked together for years, he and I have managed to move past professional diplomacies and platitudes to fashion something of a friendship. Because of the nature of our relationship,…

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