Cash Rules Everything Around Me

I am a gay person who isn’t that invested in securing a lot of rights it seems most other gay folk want. I don’t really believe in marriage and outside a couple of school fights growing up (not related to my sexuality) I’m not a fan of war, so access to the armed forces isn’t in my top five. Quite often when I see gays marching for equality around marriage, I want to remind them of the old saying–“equal does not mean the same.” Perhaps domestic partnership is as far as this one will go. Or maybe all is not lost.

As for marriage and military, plenty of dollars are lost due to discrimination. Soon enough America will learn, the claim to Christianity is costly. With the economy struggling the way it is, it would behoove everyone to put the equality rhetoric in the backseat and focus on something a bit more universally sought–the mighty dollar. Gay marriage would save struggling states from financial ruin. Ask Massachusetts, they’ve seen over $110 million dollars in spending on gay marriage since the ban was lifted. Estimates for Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell are much higher, with the government spending an additional $363 million to recruit and train new soldiers after gay ones were dismissed. A figure believed to be much higher once one takes into account the intellectual capital lost.

Afraid of the Dark: Original Poetry & Unfortunate Events

During my first year of college I was pulled over by the University of Chicago police. What did I do you ask? I walked down the street at night. They told me they needed to see my I.D. because there was a robbery in the area. The three white people across the street speaking in a foreign language were not bothered at all, but the black man, the one who doesn’t look like he belongs on this campus, (me) was the one the was stopped on this particular night. When I showed them my college I.D. they looked shocked and said they didn’t think I was a student. For those who know me, when things like this happen in my life, I try to use it as an opportunity to express myself through poetry, so here is my poem:

Are you afraid of the dark…

it happened, to me

they told me that kinda stuff only happens

to those block dudes running the street, but, it

happen to me…

they said “excuse me sir can I see your ID”

can you see my ID???

I was walking down the street that I live on,

in the new college campus that I reside on.

12 years of public education that I stood on,

accepted into a private university,

and I just got racially spit on?

HP Computers are Racist?


This hilarious video, which accuses HP of manufacturing a racist webcam, created a lot of buzz on the internet.  Though it was later proven that sufficient lighting-and not light skin- is needed to engage the face-tracking feature, this video still has us laughing!

Windy Dreams

I decided to take a break from politics and current events this week and focus more on creativity. Below is a fictional short story that I wrote about introspection. I hope you enjoy.

I can still feel the piercing cold and hear the howling wind.

I stood there paralyzed and dumbfounded. How could someone who looked like me treat me like a degenerate? We may have had different skin complexions, but he looked like me. He may have been a little taller, but I looked like him. I may have been 20 years younger, but we looked like each other. Yet, I can still see the wicked contortions on his face when he snapped my spinal cord with his words.

"We Are the World" Class of 2010

Associated Press | February 2, 2010

25 years after the original, charity anthem ‘We Are The World’ has been given a hip-hip, pop twist by top artists, including Celine Dion, Jonas Brothers and Wyclef Jean. The stars have re-recorded the 80s hit to raise money for Haiti.

January 25, 2010 – January 31, 2010

Law schools still struggle to diversify classrooms
Janet Okoben, The Plain Dealer, January 31, 2010

The sit-ins that changed America
Andrew B Lewis, LA Times, January 31, 2010

Calling black men in D.C.: Step up and mentor
Yaida Ford, Washinton Post, January 31, 2010

Book offers youth message
Tony Brown, The Advocate, January 30, 2010

No fear of prison
John DeLallo, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, January 30, 2010

Verses for adversity
Alexia Elejalde-Ruiz, Chicago Tribune, January 29, 2010

HBCU bands gather for Honda Battle of the Bands
Adrianne Murchison, Atlanta Journal Constitution, January 28, 2010

Students say Calif. city allows gang to target them
Henry K. Lee, The San Francisco Chronicle, January 28, 2010

Poor pupils are a priority, court is told
Cynthia Howell, Arkansas Democrat-Gazette, January 28, 2010

Lawsuit seeks $5 million, puts pressure on police, schools to protect Union City black youths
Ben Aguirre, Oakland Tribune, January 28, 2010

Black students unprotected, Union City group says
Ben Aguirre, Oakland Tribune, January 27, 2010

Supervisors give another no-bid pact to nonprofit
The San Diego Union-Tribune, Jeff McDonald, January 27, 2010

Family plans lawsuit over Pa. teen’s beating
Ramit Plushnick-Masti, The Associated Press, January 27, 2010

Racial threat puts Ohio college on alert, on edge
Meghan Barr, The Washington Post, January 27, 2010

Crime allegedly was occurring, but most bystanders ignored it
Mary Mitchell, Chicago Sun-Time, January 26, 2010

At-risk kids need a guiding hand
Massachusetts The Republican, Republican Editorials, January 26, 2010

Illinois teen employment at new low
Julie Wernau, Chicago Tribune, January 26, 2010

Today in Post-Race History: Super Bowl, Super Conundrum

Note: Late week, Professor Cohen had a talk about the Black Youth Project, including the blog, on campus.  I just want to say thanks to the folks who complimented me on my writing here.  It means a lot, and I want to express my deepest gratitude.   I’m sorry that I was socially awkward.  I had hoped to engage with you better, but I’m a dork.  That’s why I prefer to write.

Also, a special shout out to my friend, Rosa for suggesting I write a post on the Super Bowl.

I just don’t know how Chris Matthews does it!  My experience at last year’s inauguration–a.k.a. the second biggest event in black history, just one acre and half a mule behind freedom–left me cold, irritable, hungry, and so over the large crowds only hours of attending rap concerts with my homegirl, Maegs helped me successfully navigate.  I lost Hope at the Silver Spring metro station, but, encouraged by the sight of all those black folks draped in American flag-inspired fashions, I did stash a little post-race elixir in the glove compartment of my car, only to freak out when I got pulled over by a Pennsylvania state trooper, and demand that Maegs toss it out into the darkness of the Keystone State night.  Since then, I’ve become even more obsessed with blackness.  So much so that I can’t shake this feeling that somehow I must have mistakenly taken the red, black, and green pill instead of the blue one like I had intended.  (Morpheus is such a trickster!)  As a result, I’ve spent the last year haunted by race, becoming more racially paranoid than an octaroon at a Mississippi Klan rally.