The Falsehood of Diversity

If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the last few years it’s that the notion of diversity and cultural understanding is overwhelmingly one-sided. Meaning, the dominant culture does very little to accommodate that of sub-dominant cultures, even though we all more or less occupy the same spaces.   I was blessed to grow up in…

Should We Be Nice to Bigots?

Welcome! Today Roy and I will be doing a semi-live conversation regarding a fee.org article that the both of us read called Fight for a More Civilized Bigotry by TJ Brown. Obviously, I suggest you all read it, but the article basically hits on centuries-long issue of understanding the bigot. With the Trayvon Martin case starting the…

Embracing Black Excellence: Fashion

My go-to outfits as an adult have been Normcore to the maximum. I want to be seen but not noticed in anyway for anything I have on. My look is timeless, racially-fluid, and appropriate for every occasion. I don’t think it’s by accident either, while my personality is far from eccentric, I think there’s something…

I Dream of Dashiki

Two nights ago I had one of the strangest dreams I’ve ever had. It was simple and completely unprompted. Well, maybe not completely unprompted, depending on how one interprets the dream itself, but the composition of the dream remains simple. I was back in Fort Wayne, Indiana in the house that I grew up in.…

Nostalgia For the Future

This morning on my way to work, the Jackson 5 song “I’ll Be There” came on and I found myself far more nostalgic than normal. I thought back to three-hour summer treks to visit my grandma and the rest of my mom’s family in Columbus, OH. The Jackson 5 was always in heavy rotation, but…

The “Safe Space”

I was one of the lucky ones. It was one of my first weekends at Yale. A few of the sophomores invited me and a few of my freshman friends over to their suite before going out on campus for the night. We stepped in and immediately in the first bedroom, I saw a Confederate…

I’m an Asshole

Yes, you read that correctly (cue jokes from friends saying “Cam, I already knew that”). But, in recent times I have seriously come to this conclusion. For two reasons, both of which pretty much imply that there’s no way that I can’t be an asshole (which is also a realization that could only come from…

When I First Realized I Was Black

I’m currently in the middle of reading a New York Times Bestseller called How To Be Black by Baratunde Thurston (props to my friend Brea Johnson who put me on to it). Which, can we talk about this? Should I, as a black man, be offended by the fact that another black friend suggested I read a…