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Not All Scholars Go to Heaven

July 20, 2011 by

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by Kyla Marshell It was Valentine’s Day, the spring semester of my freshman year of high school, and I was again suffering through a bullying-filled Honors English period. Oddly, in that small, and sometimes backwards Eastern Kentucky town, I, Black Girl 001, was never teased. But on this day, I felt more strongly than on […]

No, I Will Not Carry Your Conversation

July 20, 2011 by

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By Anthony Dean-Harris In this era of constant communication and multiple mediums of contact, I’ll often find myself trapped in awkward conversations. Of course, many conversations I have end up to be awkward, but there’s something to be said about the instant message box that pops up on my computer screen, usually right when I’m […]

Tyler Perry Is Trying to Ruin All Our Black Actors

July 20, 2011 by

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by Alexander P. Brown If aliens were to try to discern the purpose of Black people based on our film presence they would come to the conclusion that our lives are defined by being assistants to white people and carriers for the AIDS virus. You can’t fault these aliens though, as even in 2011 there […]

The New (Black) Girl in Town

July 20, 2011 by

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By Tristan A. Smith The dream of equality is upon us. This idea, this concept that has been thirsted for generations by many people of all races is knocking at our door. Actually, maybe not. But I have a plan that can get us two times closer to it than we were yesterday. Tangible, visible […]

When Seal Bashing is OK

July 7, 2011 by

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by Dalia Bishop No one loves Seal’s music, and I won’t stand to hear otherwise. In fact, I think one would be hard pressed to find anyone who even likes his music except on YouTube where the binary rating-system “like” vs. “dislike” misrepresents the truth of the matter. The truth is that while a slight […]

In Search of Saint Martin de Porres (Part 3 of 3)

July 7, 2011 by

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by Beatrice M. Hogg Read Part 1 here and Part 2 here. As I grew up, church was no longer a part of my life. For the next thirty years, the only time that I went into a church was to attend a wedding. But I was a closet Catholic. At midnight each Christmas and Easter morning, […]