Presented with the choice of trusting their fate to the British or the architects of America’s Jim Crow South, at least one Caribbean chooses the former for those he left behind in Barbados. Funny, my mother always portrayed my dad as being a staunchly proud naturalized American. I took that to mean he was uncritical. Not so, apparently.
The New York Age, October 14, 1933
Looking for something fresh to write about on Election Day, I searched my father’s columns for wisdom from the past. A footnote in a column published in the New York Age on November 3, 1934, implored readers to elect “Mrs. Eunice Carter” to the New York State Assembly. The name had a familiar ring. Five […]
My barber called Kamala Harris a “ho.” The shop I go to is not the stuff of Black culture lore. It’s not a boisterous place. It doesn’t reek with toxic masculinity. It’s a nice, quiet, family friendly kind of enterprise. The worst I have been subjected to in the nearly three years I’ve gone there […]
On Saturday, Feb. 17, I will be among several individuals inducted into the 2024 Class of the Black Legends of Silicon Valley. This is quite an honor. Previous recipients in the News and Documentary category in which I am being honored include journalists with stellar credentials. Loretta Green, an award-winning reporter for several local papers […]
My short story, “The Donna Collection” is included in the new anthology 166 Palms 2020. Buy the anthology on Amazon.
Blown away and humbled. The first piece of fiction I’ve ever gotten published wins an award. The story is published here.
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