Jessica, I am in the process of writing some musings down and thoughts. I want to share this one about your dad… At VCU your father always conversed extemporaneously with this guy that was probably gay, a large overweight guy named, Saul. Well, whenever their paths crossed Frank would ask him, “Saul, What is the word of the day?” And Saul in his effeminate style, and proud intellectual manner would immediately identify an esoteric word from his vast vocabulary. Frank would give him dap for his word, intellect, and enlightenment…sharing mutual respect. And as they disengaged in conversation, Saul would intone, as he briskly walked away, “But I digress” and…

Brazilian soccer player, Neymar’s application to Wakanda is under review. Is Neymar black? Negro please… Is being black relative? Only if you think you aren’t… again, Negro [Neymar] please… If some authority figure is obstructing your pursuit of happiness, you’re probably black. If you find yourself being ignored, marginalized, criminalized, incarcerated, profiled, dead, you are black etc… if a banana is thrown at you in a soccer match, it ain’t because you look hungry. Yo, you black! Although Neymar’s sentiments likening himself to an ethnicity which he isn’t is nothing profoundly new, it is still disappointing. Black people throughout the diaspora in all  hues of color are still confounded by…

A Fine Young Cannibal A fine young cannibal was walking through the woods and came up on a missionary trapped high in the tree. He yelled, “How’d you get up there? she said, I’ve been up here for two days and three nights. I’m hungry, thirsty and tired. I need some help to get down.” She explained, she’d been there endlessly with a lion circling below waiting for her to come down. But the lion had grown impatient with cleaning his paws and stretching its jaws while waiting for her to come down or fall. The lion eventually left and there she was up the tree and starving. And along…