I’m concerned that you are playing a losing game in which you trade your dignity for a few crumbs of approval. The game dictates that you trade parts of yourself, your identity, and your culture for a set of fringe benefits. The problem is that these benefits (such as access to networks and opportunities) require you to continue to give these parts of yourself away until you are molded into the image of the Model Negro.
Category: Letters
An Open Letter to Old Man Winter
An Open Letter to Old Man Winter Dear Old Man Winter, There's no other way to say it: I hate you. You suck. I don't mean to hurt your feelings. I know that you're just doing your job. But your job makes me feel miserable. I don't like to feel cold and numbness in my… Continue reading An Open Letter to Old Man Winter
Dear Type A personalities, Chill out behind the wheel
Dear Type A personalities, Chill out behind the wheel Dear Type A Driver, When you first rolled up behind me at the stop sign, I knew that we were going to have problems. You honked at me to go right as a car was approaching in the lane I was signaling in to. You thought… Continue reading Dear Type A personalities, Chill out behind the wheel