Yup. She did.
black-ish. Simply a title?
black-ish. Simply a title? When I first saw the list of the ABC’s new slate of shows for fall, 2014, one name instantly stuck out: black-ish. The first thing that struck me was the title. How could someone be so
Montreal, 2015
There I was, standing and chatting with Ralina at the entrance of the bar. We were waiting for Jane to scope us out a table—the conference had just gotten out and the restaurant and bar were packed. We stood there
Safe Space?
Welcome welcome welcome to my classroom. On your right you will find a table with tea and coffee. On the left is a large window that allows all this WONDERFUL natural sunlight in. We are in the upper village so
Black-ish.
Although hypodecent laws and labels such as octroon, quadroon, and mulatto are a thing of the past, their terrific legacy remains in the form of solid and bold racial lines surrounding what is black –and better yet what isn’t—within the
I DON’T HATE WHITE PEOPLE!
Why is it that when I post something, people instantly think I hate white people? The comments that follow seem as if I had personally attacked each and every white friend. The text messages I receive only further these feelings
Blackish, Right?
Black-ish So. Much. Said. In just one title. Kinda, but not really Almost but not quite. Sorta but not. Ya, but no. You aren’t like them, you’re one of us. You aint had it like me, all light and shit