

What a dope line!
I think this is what stood out the most after reading your piece 2x. Love doesn’t have a time limit nor does it have an expiration date. Once it exists and is spoken aloud, it remains forever.
I hate that you had to go through all this, especially in the city I call home. It hurts to know that this what people think of my race and that there’s still a major divide almost 56 years after the Civil rights movement. I wish you hadn’t had to fear for your safety or your reputation. Why can’t this country just move on from this belief that one…
This sequence of events is eerily reminiscent of Amiri Baraka’s film “Dutchman”. If you’re intimidated you get in another car. You don’t sidle up ring next to me and mean mug. This was a twisted exercise in privilege and power. Some f**** up latent fantasy.
It’s always the privilege of the majority to consider itself invisible/neutral and all others as, well, other. As simple an experiment of asking white kids what race they are can be eye opening. Same with other categories — if gender is involved, it must be female; if sexuality is mentioned, it must be homosexuality; religion, non-Christian (I love…