Front lines

mopingly Monday morning and I am still marveling at the tall so-fey Alabaman Alvin Ailey dancer who visited the shop on Saturday afternoon.  After fielding the usual query to my ulterior motives, I was informed that a lot of black people don’t like to be reminded of their past, as it is too painful. “A lot […]

Paul Robeson’s thoughts on the Morris Jumel Mansion.

“I am an American. From my window I gaze out upon a scene that reminds me how deep-going are the roots of my people in this land. Across the street, carefully preserved as an historic site, is a colonial mansion that served as a headquarters for General George Washington in 1776, during desperate and losing […]

On Being White…and Other Lies, Part 1.

“You know you’re white, don’t cha?” “This is a very good collection of books here. Too bad I’d have to buy them from you.” The colors of these speakers, my clientele, aren’t the same but their sentiments are. White man/black books.  That ain’t right. Amalgamation or miscegenation?  N—– Lover or C—– Bandit? Enquiring minds read the shelves […]