Saturday, December 10, 2016

Five prophecies

I hereby offer five "prophecies" about the course of the nation during the next two years. Correction: making prophecies requires some kind of extrasensory capacity to perceive unexpected future developments, a talent that I definitely do not possess. Accordingly, my "prophecies" are more or less straight-line projections of what's already happening now.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Public shrieking about President Trump's election

Like most people with a modicum of common sense, I take everything politicians say during a campaign with two grains of salt every day. So I never believed most of what Hillary said, and I never believed most of what Trump said. 

Thursday, June 9, 2016

In defense and fear of The Donald

Being an old Black New Yorker, I am not as offended by most of the The Donald’s outrageous remarks as most of the pretty-faced pundits of all colors on cable TV and some outraged members of my own family. He reminds me of the well-meaning, but socially inept White guy who hired me when I dropped out of grad school fifty years ago. He said “flattering” things in praise of my performance that made me cringe and turn shades of purple as my red blood rushed to my Black face.

Monday, July 13, 2015

Describing unique experiences

Last update: Monday 7/13/15
From time to time when I go to the Starbucks at the Barnes & Nobel in Rockville, MD, I see a young Vietnamese artist seated at the table in the center of the room doing his thing. I can't describe it. And I get a kick out of watching other people stop dead in their tracks, staring, as their minds boggle, searching for words to describe what they are seeing, hypnotized as he extends whatever he already has on the sketchpad using ball point pens in real time. 

Friday, April 24, 2015

Blacker than thou ... again and again

Last update: Friday 4/24/15
When I joined the faculty of Howard University in Washington, DC way back in the 1972 Fall semester, I was not just coming to Howard; I was also fleeing from Harvard. I was in flight because I knew that if I stayed in Cambridge for another year, I might have some kind of a breakdown.