At ‘The House’: An ode to Black familyhood

This past Memorial Day weekend, I visited the National Museum of African American History and Culture. Glorious as it is, it was not the site of  my most impactful, and emotional Black experiences. They happened at “The House.” A few months ago, my friends Taylor and Ben invited me to roll down to the NMAAHC…

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A belated open letter to 81 percent of White Evangelicals

Dear 81% of White Evangelical Christians, What has church been like for you lately? What have your pastors been teaching? For the past few weeks, the discussion in my home church – made up of mostly non-White Christians – has centered on the topics of justice, and love (for the foreigner, and oppressed). My pastor,…

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Today surprised me. People were happy. Not much more than they had been previous day. But nonetheless cheerful. They made jokes, and laughed at others’. It was like they hadn’t heard. That police had killed my big brother. I mean, my uncle. I mean, my brother’s dad. Yeah. My brother’s dad was shot early this…

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Back where we started

First: thank you for spending this week with me. Thank you to all who read, shared, liked, commented, thought, and felt. How I wish that, one day, I will be able play some part in making each one of you feel as special as you all did me. I will continue to share my thoughts….

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Thanking your way out of a scholarship

I was a classic over-apologizer growing up: one sorry after the next. I’d offer the phrase, when, in truth, I meant something else, like “excuse me,” or, “repeat that, please.” One day, when I was seven (or maybe eight) my mom decided that enough was enough. “Stop saying you’re sorry for everything, Reece,” she said. “It’s not…

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Christmas in Iowa

Here’s another story about former assistant coach, Jeremy Friel: We were in Des Moines, I.a. in late December of 2014, preparing to play Drake University. I know only two people who want to be in Des Moines while most other UAlbany students are home with their families; they are Dallas Ennema (from Sheldon, I.a.), and…

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Freshman Year pt. 2

Each of the five assistant coaches to preside during my four years at UAlbany have offended me uniquely. Coach Knotts once told me to cut my growing dreadlocks because they looked “unprofessional.” When I finally I did decide to cut them, former assistant coach Friel offered his compliments, saying that, now, I looked “clean.” Coach…

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