One morning last year I woke up and was told I was trending on Facebook. A day earlier I’d written a blog post response to the father of a college student
Dear Mr. Turner, I’ve read your letter to the judge on behalf of your son Brock, asking for leniency in his rape conviction. I need you to understand something, and
Every time I hear a white person tell me that they “don’t see color”, I know that they’re likely either lying or kidding themselves. I try very hard to see color
Social media is my home and my workplace. As with many people, I live a good portion of my waking moments here, engaging, writing, responding—virtually existing. As fruitful as it can
One morning last year I woke up and was told I was trending on Facebook. A day earlier I’d written a blog post response to the father of a college student
Dear Mr. Turner, I’ve read your letter to the judge on behalf of your son Brock, asking for leniency in his rape conviction. I need you to understand something, and
Every time I hear a white person tell me that they “don’t see color”, I know that they’re likely either lying or kidding themselves. I try very hard to see color
Social media is my home and my workplace. As with many people, I live a good portion of my waking moments here, engaging, writing, responding—virtually existing. As fruitful as it can