Justice?

It was October 3rd, 1995. It was relatively warm in Seattle. The weather hadn’t turned cold and damp yet, so I wore sandals and skorts my aunt bought me from JCPenney. My second-period class, Japanese 2A, had just started. Listening to the announcements, I coated my lips with another layer of MAC’s Fetish lipstick. I […]

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Just Dance, Part II: The Hammer

In my last essay on dancing, you may have noticed one glaring omission: MC Hammer. I did not exclude MC Hammer because I think he’s unimportant. Instead, I wanted to devote an entire essay to him. Hammer was unarguably a great dancer and entertainer. But his story is about much more than that. We didn’t […]

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Just Dance, Part I

Historically, Black Americans have excelled at the art of dance. Black American males had a storied history with dance, delighting in performing. As a child, I grew up watching black-and-white videos of The Temptations. Grandma and Mama fawned over them in their pristine suits, elegantly stepping in sync. Their smooth coordination was spellbinding. I understood […]

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