He sat at the bar with his buddies, hovering over a watered-down shot of patron he’s been taking sips of all night. His friends were taking shot after shot after shot, but he was working on the same shot and bottle of beer all night. She didn’t like him to drink. She was supposed to… Continue reading Different Shades of Black.
He stared at me, hidden and protected by all the dropped heads looking at their phones in the crowd. He looked like an officer, but most white men do to me. He had a gun snuggling against his hip though. But he didn’t have a uniform on, just a faded shirt that said FBI: Female… Continue reading Black-handed
I’m not racist but, who was that lunatic? I should have thrown his hands behind his back and frisked him. But then people would accuse me of racial profiling. There’s been enough war between white cops and the black community. I didn’t want to deal with the heat I would receive for questioning this dangerous… Continue reading Undercover and Armed.
Black. Black. Black. Black. Black. Six bodies of black hanging against the wall. Dirty eye sores in a world of clean skin. Blackness–creeping up on me like a robber under the night sky. I can’t see myself in the whiteboards, because I see all of the black smudges that people have tried to erase. That… Continue reading Black and White.
I had to "hike" in the heat to see Poussey and snap a picture, but glad I got to see this temporary gem located on Sansom and Pacific here in San Francisco. It's beautiful, amazing, AND important. We need to stand up for all the bodies that have dropped at the hand of a power-desperate… Continue reading Stand Up for Every “Poussey” in the World.
As I sat at the light in the Lyft I saw a crazy white guy (possibly homeless) harassing a black girl and no one said anything or tried to help or interfere except the other black girl at the bus stop. Didn't you guys just march in solidarity with us, or were chants for certain… Continue reading Muni Chronicles: The Phone-Absorbed Bystanders.