Righteous Anger

“You’re such an angry Black woman!” Ten years ago I would freeze if a Black man told me this. I’d become compliant, apologizing and begging him┬áto not misread me. I wasn’t one of THOSE ‘angry black women’;I was one of the ‘good ones’. To prove it I would then launch into a passionate declaration of […]

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The Enforcers

It was an ordinary Saturday afternoon. My daughter sat next to me on the sofa in our living room, focused on a playing a game on her iPod. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed how she was sitting-legs loose and open. Sharp words formed in my mind: close your legs and sit […]

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