Tag: Blackness

I still remember the day I learned that I couldn’t take my blackness for granted. I was around 11 years old, it was the first day of summer camp, and I was looking for friends. So I scanned the room and made a beeline for the only other kid with a Transformers lunchbox. His name was Rafi. ...

I will say this in the nicest way possible, but there seems to be a growing trend of non-Black immigrants or descendants of immigrants pushing to make fundamental changes to American law by trampling over the rights that Black Americans have earned. Either they are falling for the okie doke, or t...

It’s painful to write this because in my mind, the Germany I remember from years ago was always a welcoming place. Of course there were always problems, but I remember Germany as a country where people were actively working to overcome their tragic history of racial supremacy and exclusion. Th...