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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Senior Night

This is going to be really, really therapeutic for me. *** Tonight is our—the University at Albany men’s basketball team—final home game of the 2015-16 regular season. Before us is the opportunity to become the winningest single season team in the program’s 16-year Division I history. Every year, the team, fans, and University’s Department of…

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What I’ve read

To start, I don’t read nearly as much as I know I should, or wish I could. When I was a boy, (I’ve been practicing acceptance of the truth: that the world sees me and my 6’1”, 200-plus-pound frame as “man,” now, or yet worse, a “sir.”) about three, or four, my mother used to…

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The Powerball: If you did, you could…

When I was in the fifth grade, my math teacher assigned our class what I thought was going to be the most enjoyable school project ever. We were tasked with spending $1 billion however we saw fit. “This’ll be easy,” I thought. I was wrong. After buying the New York Knicks, the New York Yankees,…

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What 8,030 days have taught me

Today was my real new year celebration. Happy 22nd birthday to your boy. Only eight more years until I’m 30, right? *nervous laughter*. But seriously: thank God for another 365 days of life! No new day is guaranteed to anyone, but, even greater is the threat of murder upon my young, sizeable, darker-skinned person. That’s a…

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New Year’s Reflection (And I’m already six days late)

We’ve all come to know promises, re-re-recommitments, and seemingly immovable declarations to accompany the onset of a new year. Optimists call them resolutions. Pessimists call them lies. I’m somewhere in the middle. That being said, I would like to offer my own addition to #newyearnewme: a public apology. First, to my subscribers, readers, and/or followers….

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