I wonder if my father was interested in writing hard-boiled crime fiction. Some of his columns about crime cases suggest that he might have. He ends this column reminding readers that the injustice in the Scottsboro Boys’ case continues.
The New York Age, June 2, 1934
On the occasion of his 37th birthday, my father offered some insights into his personality, then seized the opportunity to take others to task for their ethical lapses.
The New York Age, May 26, 1934
Interesting crime/courtroom story. However, the item most intriguing to me is the one titled “Petty Larceny.” Apparently, Ted Yates, columnist for the Baltimore Afro-American, wrote a column titled “If I were mayor of Harlem.” Hmm. I should try to find that column.
The New York Age, May 12, 1934
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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