It matters that Emory University is offering a course on ‘The Power of Black Self-Love’

I was one of those people who didn’t have the vocabulary or knowledge to understand my complex racial, gender, and sexual experiences until I was already in my (late) twenties. And my predominantly white college was the last place that I was going to figure any of that out.

In college, I fumbled through figuring out I was bisexual. I trudged through understanding how to love myself after I was sexually assaulted in high school. I even took years to figure out how the intersections of my identities made me predisposed to certain type of discrimination, harm, and violence. So, when I heard that Emory University was offering a course on “The Power of Black Self-Love,” it resonated with me so deeply.

In memory of Fred Hampton

45 years ago today, legendary civil rights activist and Black Panther leader Fred Hampton was gunned down by Chicago detectives and members of the FBI during a raid. As he slept next to his 8 month pregnant partner, the last moments of his life were stolen by the boys in blue. Like most of the members of the Black Panther Party, Hampton was a force to be reckoned with. Law officials quickly labeled the party’s message as trouble, that was filled with colorful white hate imagery. The reality was that Hampton and others were promoters of black love, not white hate, a very dangerous message during that time.

Bringing Black Love To Trouble

There’s only a black love because relationships with black people make us talk about our problems. Since I’m a black man I tell my girlfriend what frustrates me about the way I’m (un)treated. When my “other” friends always ask about what it’s like to be “black”, I tell her. No matter what she gets me to think about living black. Among other things, we both constantly spread the truth of our day-to-day. We figure out that “black love” always has the power to free us from the problems that other black folks have.

Emotional Affairs: How Much is Too Much?

Dating and relationships are touchy subjects with my friends these days. We’re at that strange point in our lives where half of us are in committed relationships and half of us are single but all of us are still trying to figure out what the hell we want. I recently had dinner with several of my friends who are either married or engaged and the conversation centered on emotional affairs and what was acceptable in relationships.