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And Yet, I Am an American: Witness to the Self-Seducing Psyche of Democracy.

Seldom does its lament of Black loss achieve the moral pitch as when innocent police officers are slain in retaliation. These retaliations are wrong, yet reveals America’s regard for democracy in principle though its practice violates the volition it claims to venerate.

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My Husband Is a Black Man. My Husband Is a Target.

Self-inquiry is uncomfortable. It's easier for me to blame police officers with guns than it is to look at my own hands and question my own actions. How am I culpable? How am I complicit? Can I do more? Can I listen more? Can I love more?

feminism

I Am A Woman… A Queen.

Why else would you expect me to settle for anything less than love in its purest form, as if my desires to make love to you, birth life with you, be ravished by you, and merge completely with you could be contained or constricted by fear that we might actually be bound to one another?

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Happy Is The New Black.

You would think that after successfully losing the equivalent of two full kegs of beer, and running like 'Forrest Gump' for the past year and a half, a lady might feel better about the possibility of new bathing suit choices, and earnestly hope to don something colorful, sporty, and ...

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Racism And The Invisibility Of White Privilege.

I have three sons -- two black and one white. Here are some of the privileges I never realized I experienced raising my white son.

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The Black Silk Flower In My Hair: Bravery, Shame & The Feminine.

I was reminded that shame may always be a companion, that no matter what I do, I can’t wholly undo shame. I don’t blame her, how could I? This is the air we breathe, the water we drink, fault and origin are less relevant than figuring how to feel ashamed and live your life anyway.

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I Don’t Want To Be A Well-Kept Woman With White Privilege.

I’m noticing how easy it is to lose passion in happiness. The fairytale’s complete, now what? It’s just comfort upon comfort upon comfort, and all of a sudden there are a thousand nuances overlooked, and I’m worlds away from him, feeling like I need to run, jump, dive, ski, swim, anything to ...

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And Yet, I Am an American: Witness to the Self-Seducing Psyche of Democracy.

My Husband Is a Black Man. My Husband Is a Target.

I Am A Woman… A Queen.

Happy Is The New Black.

Racism And The Invisibility Of White Privilege.

The Black Silk Flower In My Hair: Bravery, Shame & The Feminine.

I Don’t Want To Be A Well-Kept Woman With White Privilege.

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