On the matter of looters and parasites.
The thought of enlarging muscles or changing the size and shape of any part on my body has never crossed my mind
I swear to this.
September has been determined to show us the ways that the world tries to break black athletes.
There are very few forms of entertainment—no theaters or playhouses like I read about in other countries—and those that exist are not affordable.
The closest I can get to social discomfort in that way is remembering my freshman-year college essay class, in which I was the lone female among 25 students and a male professor, and pretty much ignored.
There is no one quintessential “black experience.” But the likes of Coleman Hughes and Candace Owens are still relegated to building their brands as “black” conservatives.
red red (Republican red) tape