What I Learned About Whiteness, Blackness and Real Accountability

The first time someone said to me, “Yeah, you can’t fuck your way out of racism,” I was stopped cold. It felt like a slap, a truth so sharp I didn’t quite know what to do with it. For three months, it simmered in the back of my mind ...

Why “I Have Black Kids” Isn’t the Flex You Think It Is

Let’s just say it:
If your go-to defense against racism is “I have Black kids” or “I have a Black friend,” you’ve missed the point.

Yes, I’m a white parent of Black children.
And I’m telling you: that doesn’t give me a free pass.
It doesn’t me...