White People™: That’s Not My Name

“I was their first connection to a new culture, a new country, as a teacher, I felt that if I didn’t make an effort to pronounce their name correctly, it showed I didn’t care about who they were.” – Jon Gundry  Names are important. They carry family histories, reveal cultural clues, they give people that…

I Kissed Dating (Whites) Goodbye

I came to my favorite determiner of whether or not I would date someone. The question asks, “Would you strongly prefer to go out with someone of your own skin color/racial background?” I answered no…

Like Dust

Marching is sacramental. It is sacred. It is holy. It is a gift from God to minority groups that need to have their voices heard.

The Problem with Blanket Theology

First, your suspicions are correct, this image has spelled the name Abel incorrectly, second you must be curious about what the Bible verse Jeremiah 17:9 says. It says, “The heart is devious above all else; it is perverse—who can understand it?”

Marching for My Family

These aren’t distant families I have no attachment to, when I was marching they became my family, when they came “under the care” of my country, they became my blood. And I will keep raising hell until they are treated with dignity.

If I Become the Next Hashtag.

It seems like every other day another person of color is mercilessly slaughtered by the people sworn to protect and serve them. I for one intend to be prepared and to make sure my legacy isn’t tarnished like so many of my siblings have been. First things first – the police officer who killed me probably…