Being from the “last non-gentrified frontier” — BX, NY — and talking the way I do (when I’m around like-peeps) makes more of ‘them’ afraid of me by default than those of ‘them’ who are willing to hear my story. Not that I’d want to tell them, anyway. Their loss, its a beautiful one. This was amazing, thank you!

if you could get the principal to listen before he broke it up, you got a gold star.

Once again, you show me why I follow Those People and love reading your work! Thank you for making me aware of this amazing individual and his stunning work. I live only a few blocks from his Sugar Hill building and have often wondered about it, now I know. And I will make the time to go see his exhibit at the Cooper-Hewitt.

Poignant. Honest. And needed.

I’ve known that “edge”. This year is probably the most I’ve ever cried in my life. In church, in the car, in the shower. It’s basically been a purge of all the emotions I was too embarrassed or too scared to release. I respect how so many spaces online are becoming more open to starting a dialogue specifically around black men and our silent fragility.