Chocolate City Blues

I have more words than time to write them. I go from Oakland to D.C. to Baltimore in discussing the feckless, unmanly, and untethered black political class. I also question the vigor and vigilance of all the White Supremacists allegedly oppressing us. Where ya at White Supremacists? I can’t see you.

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Capital Assault

The day in Baltimore I described in my prior essay was the day I was done being a conservative. I didn’t move Left. I was done with all of the conventional modern ideologies. I still identified as a conservative for many years after but that day radicalized me. I wasn’t about conserving anything either party […]

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Legacy Scholarships

You know who was a badass? A. Phillip Randolph.  A. Phillip Randolph built the first black trade union. In 1925, he organized black sleeping car porters into the Brotherhood of Sleeping Car Porters. At the time half the affiliates of the American Federation of Labor (AFL)  barred blacks from membership. He took the Brotherhood into the […]

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While I’m trying to puzzle out if I qualify as being able to use the internet since I didn’t vote for Chairman Joe and thus had my blackness revoked let’s have some fun.  Don’t answer the following:  If the Ku Klux Klan had been running America’s public schools over the last forty years how would […]

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Community Service

This is where we part company, I’m afraid. I know from long standing polls that most of you are pro-death penalty. For most of my life I was there with you but I changed my mind. Don’t get me wrong, I still have the conviction that the government has the right and the duty to […]

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Without Me There Is No You

By my tally Kamala Harris owes me $94,714,318.21 in reparations. Me personally. I can’t do the math on what she owes the rest of black America.  Mrs. Harris is reputed by many as the first ever woman Vice President in U.S history. She is set to take office later this month. Judging by the fragile […]

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Summer Was Cold Winter Was Colder

My political philosophy, in case I haven’t been clear, is called Cahillism. It was passed on to me by the late, great, acutely missed, Jim Crow educated political philosopher,  Louise Cahill – my mother.  The watershed political science lesson was commenced and ended while waiting at a red light in a late model white Toyota […]

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Social Accounting

The video of Elizabeth Warren getting wrong-footed by a downscale black woman asking her about charter schools brought back memories of all the times representatives of the white Left explained to me that relying on black intelligence and agency was a bad bet.  They didn’t say it that way, of course, they were usually very […]

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