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A heavy cleaning trouble maker

My first job at The Detroit Free Press was as a heavy cleaner at the newspaper’s printing presses on West Jefferson. And I got in hot water because I worked too hard and had a big mouth. I was young and ambitious. Although my job was to mop ink off the floors of the buildingContinue reading “A heavy cleaning trouble maker”

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The white people’s guide to getting along with this black man

Now that we have your attention I’d like to present the White People’s Guide to Getting along with This Black man. I am actually easy to get along with. My demands and standards are not as strenuous as many. But there are certain things I wished white people would stop doing and saying to me.Continue reading “The white people’s guide to getting along with this black man”

I deserve a social distancing gold star

I am feeling proud today. I am getting this public social distancing thing down finally. I was tasked with buying a vacuum from Wal-Mart today and I stayed out of everybody’s way. I deserve a sanitized gold star. A few weeks ago I went to the grocery store and bumped into every living soul atContinue reading “I deserve a social distancing gold star”

Let’s ditch the term White Lives Matter

I do not like it when people use the term “White Lives Matter.” Let me explain. It does not mean I am an advocate of killing white people. I simply believe many people say it to mock the important “Black Lives Matter” movement. In our society we already know that white lives matter. We alreadyContinue reading “Let’s ditch the term White Lives Matter”

Dear Brandon: A letter to my son during times of crisis

Dear Brandon, You are my son. I love you.  I am scared for you, but I believe you will make it in life. I believe you will be safe in life. Why do I believe that? I don’t know. I guess I am an optimist. You are now 18 years old. You are a man.Continue reading “Dear Brandon: A letter to my son during times of crisis”

My dad was murdered by a white cop

  The phone kept ringing in wee hours of this summer morning in 1970. That is usually bad news – a phone ringing persistently in the night. The old ladies – my great grand mother and aunt –paced through the house whispering in anxious tones. Something was wrong. I rolled out of bed and walkedContinue reading “My dad was murdered by a white cop”

Can someone provide solutions during our troubling times of division?

I never want another 911 type attack to hit the United States. However, I crave the unity and love we showed one another afterwards. Today, we are fighting a pandemic and the ugly protests following the death of another black man to the hands of police. I do not see unity during these times ofContinue reading “Can someone provide solutions during our troubling times of division?”