I’m walking into a civic engagement training in Midtown Detroit when a white lady stops me, glances at my hand and asks, “What did you juice?” I have my workbag in one hand and a mason jar filled with green liquid in the other. “It’s kale, celery, apples, and grapes,” and both of us say, [...]
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What Trayvon Martin Means to Me & Should Mean to You
Initially, I labored over writing something about the Trayvon Martin tragedy. I was going to use cliches to explain what happened to him … things like ‘boys will be boys’ and ‘crime doesn’t pay.’ Then I thought, how cliche of me to do what I’ve always done as a writer. You know – writers will [...]
“Relax girl, damn…I aint’ tryna steal your purse”
I was walking up Oakman Boulevard on Detroit’s west side. The sun was shining and I was nearing the Focus Hope building. I heard steps behind me, I glanced over my shoulder and saw a brown face. I clinched my fingers around the strap of my purse and hurried my steps. Beads of sweat ran [...]