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“If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse and you say that you are neutral, the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality.”

It has been two days since the massacre in Charleston. I agree with Son of Baldwin that is what we need to call it. Not a shooting, a word that is way too neutral, but a massacre. It was a bloody, cruel mass murder executed without an ounce of remorse. In those two days I have read few, if any words, from my fellow white people. I have had many like my Facebook posts, and seen white people comment support on black folks posts. By and large, though, I hear only crickets chirping in the silent night of our conscience. Continue reading

Awake? [TW: suicide]

Thirty years stumbling and drifting. Three decades of somnambulism. Step by dreamy step trying to avoid walking into the nightmare. Thirty years since I walked down those steps and found her. I have pushed aside, reshaped, repurposed and regurgitated those memories, the ones I barely saw through the fog in my long sleep.

Am I awake now? Would I know? At least I know I have been sleeping, and the bruises from bumping into walls, and other people, are beginning to show. I can see their bruises too. If I am still sleeping, how do I see?

Yes, I think the dream has ended, but the nightmare still plays in my eyes. The knife in her hand, the one you held to her throat. Me knowing what no thirteen year old ought to. I cannot escape it, but I no longer want to. I forgive myself now.

I forgive myself for not forgiving you. No, I applaud myself for it because you deserve not an inch of it. Do what you will, what you must, but do not expect a tear of sympathy from me. You have plenty of your own: crocodile tears in crimson dripping from your wrists and I will not play anymore. I will watch where I am going, mindful of where I have been, dreaming and screaming and walking and hoping.

America’s Firearm Obsession


The hits just keep coming. First the press deliberately focus on two lines from a much larger article about sexual violence Bernie Sanders wrote to encourage people to take his words in the exact opposite context he meant them. Now making the rounds is a month old hit piece from Slate trying to paint the Senator as a gun nut. Somehow I doubt a man who earned a D-minus form the NRA is a gun nut, but whatever. Continue reading

Gamergate and the Inadequacy of Twitter


(Originally posted on Tumblr)

I wasn’t sure which blog to use for this. Typically I use my WordPress version of HoA but somehow tumblr seemed more appropriate. I had a little fun this morning trolling gamergaters. The brouhaha over Chris Evans and Jeremy Rennner’s untoward comments about Black Widow, comments they have apologized for (Renner’s problematic one not withstanding) was met with the expected outrage from these guys. Continue reading

None of Us


I was just scrolling through my Facebook (I really need to get out more) when I came across a headline about Hillary Clinton’s net worth. Full disclosure: I did not read the article. The headline itself implied something untoward about her income, as if making money was suddenly taboo to the opposing party, a party that has branded itself as friendly to the wealthy. Do not mistake me, I am not defending Mrs. Clinton. I have taken issue, and will continue to take issue, with her coronation by the media as the presumptive Democratic candidate a year and a half before the conventions. I just find the focus on her finances puzzling. Continue reading

New Poem: Because I Would


I have given up on calling these Poetry Month posts. I have obviously dropped the ball this year. Hopefully I will do better next year. Regardless I have to do better about just sitting down and writing, no matter how I feel. If I am feeling angry, I should just let the writing take care of it for me.
Speaking of feeling angry, I could spill syllable after syllable, paragraph after paragraph and incalculable bandwidth explaining why black men and women are killed by the rest of us. I could but I will boil it down to the simple psychological theory of transference. If you don’t already get what I mean, I will let the poem explain it for you. Continue reading

And it Begins

Former U.S. Secretary of State Clinton speaks during the unveiling of "No Ceilings" and the "Not There Yet: A Data Driven Analysis of Gender Equality study" in New York

We knew it was coming. It was as inevitable as entropy and half as comforting. Hillary Clinton has thrown her hat into the ring again, and of course all the familiar voices are chiming in. On the so called Right you have the apoplectic pundits retching their disapproval in comical theatrics (seriously, I don’t think I ever laughed as hard at a New York Post front page.) Among “liberal” Democrats you have those already getting fitted for their Hillary Clinton cheerleader costumes well before any other Democrat has declared their run for the nomination. The media has, without coming out and actually saying so, already declared her the winner, so why should anyone else run? Continue reading