Like the good Reverend KingI too 'have a dream'but when I wake upI forget it andremember I'm running late for work.
One of the many sad ironies of African-American life is that every banal dysfunctional social gathering is called a function.
Motherfuckers from Harvard to Harlem respect the Pew Research Center,
The Lost City of White Male Privilege, a controversial municipality whose very existence is often denied by many (mostly privileged white males). Others state categorically that the walls of the local...
Jalapeño peppers snapped in half and ground into our lips for saying fuck
Any day when he could personify American primitivism was a good ol’ day. It meant that he was still alive, and sometimes even the carnival coon in the dunk tank misses the attention. And this country,...
Would he read the paper and see that the Union he saved was now a dysfunctional plutocracy,
Who was I kidding? I'm a farmer, and farmers are natural segregationists. We separate the wheat from the chaff. I'm not Rudolf Hess, P. W. Botha, Capitol Records, or present-day U.S. of A. Those mothe...
What goes around, comes around … Quod circumvehitur, revehitur.
Washington, D.C., with its wide streets, confounding roundabouts, marble statues, Doric columns, and domes, is supposed to feel like ancient Rome (that is, if the streets of ancient Rome were lined wi...
That's the problem with this generation; they don't know their history.
That there’s something about the craziness that he had to go through that’s kept me relatively sane.
Sitting here on the steps of the Supreme Court smoking weed, under the Equal Justice Under Law motto, staring into the stars, I’ve finally figured out what’s wrong with Washington, D.C. It’s that all...
One of the many sad ironies of African-American life is that every banal dysfunctional social gathering is called a function. And
It’d taken only a few hours, but I felt like Michelangelo staring at the Sistine Chapel after four years of hard labor, like Banksy after spending six days searching the Internet for ideas to steal an...
In school, whenever I had to do something like memorize the periodic table, my father would say the key to doing boring tasks is to think about not so much what you’re doing but the importance of why...
I wasn’t fed; I was presented with lukewarm appetitive stimuli. I wasn’t punished, but broken of my unconditioned reflexes. I wasn’t loved, but brought up in an atmosphere of calculated intimacy and i...
I missed my father driving us back from the Pomona State Fair, elbowing me awake, the Dodger postgame on the radio as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes just in time to see that sign, DICKENS-NEXT EXIT,...
Feigned or not, sometimes I'm jealous of Hominy's oblivousness, because he, unlike America, has turned the page. That's the problem with history, we like to think of it's a book – that we can turn the...
Factio vestri aevum, non vestri calceus amplitudo. And