I hear a lot of negative talk about Black men in the United States of America, and a lot of it comes from Black women. Why is that? I mean, seriously. Sometimes I feel like the moment I bring up the subject of relationships between Black men and Black women, I'm stepping into a minefield. There seems to be an undeclared war between Black men and Black women...
The world is such a strange place. Seriously. Human beings simply can't seem to get along. And nowhere are human relations as complicated as they are within the United States of America. Diversity exists here, or so they say. In America, you see such a mix of people. And power changes hands more often here than anywhere else. Where else could you see the won...
The first time I ran into my cousin Sammy Charles, I didn't recognize her. I was visiting my family members in Orleans, Ontario, but I lived in the town of Nepean at the time. The slim, dark-skinned young Black woman with the braids came to the door and gazed at me curiously. I stood there, big and tall and Black. The name is Thomas Jean. My friends and fami...
I honestly don't think prejudice will ever go away, man. My name is Jean-Pierre Clarence. I was born in the City of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti, but raised in the town of Miami, State of Florida. I'm a U.S. citizen who's never forgotten his Haitian roots. By the way, I'm also a Werewolf. I have the ability to transform myself into a wolf. The type t...
A lot of people wake up and curse their lot in life, thinking it's not easy to be in their shoes. Man, they should get over themselves already. If they're alive to complain, then things can't be that bad. If things were that bad, they wouldn't be around to complain. They'd be dead. Just take it from me, a dead guy. Well, technically I think I am undead. In m...
The name is Miguel Josiah Sanchez. My friends call M. J. I was born in the City of Santo Domingo, deep within the Dominican Republic, to a Haitian father and Hispanic mother. When I was younger, my parents moved from the Caribbean to the region of Ontario in the Confederation of Canada. The City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, has been my home ever since. Be...
Hey, there. My name is Shaniqua Brown and by my own admission, I'm a big black bitch from the ghetto. At six-foot-one and 230 pounds, I personify ghetto gal power through and true. My skin is jet-black and I have never wished for it to be lighter. Light skin isn't an advantage. It's something people with nothing else going on for them say to make themselves...
This action begins with my weekly trip to the local porn shop, made up of the typical video booths as well as four open rooms with big TVs showing various movies. It's afternoon when I enter, and I immediately walk into the video viewing area, a dark open room with straight porn continuously running. The place is set up like a big square track, so as I walk...
"What?" I ask him. I know what he said, but I can't believe he would actually ask me that. "You heard me," he says sheepishly. He looks down at the table and takes a drink of his White Russian, sucking it through the straw. "Yeah, but I just want to make sure I heard you correctly," I reply, feeling my eyebrows furrow as I get noticeably angrier. Jay loo...
Life was good for Robert and Michelle Martinez in 1962. Robert, age 29, worked for an electronics company started by a young Ross Perot in the suburbs of Dallas, Texas. The Hispanic couple lived in a large home nestled in one of the many upper middle class suburbs in the rapidly growing Dallas Metroplex. They were often compared to the fictional television c...