I’m a civil rights fraud.
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When I read this story about the racist bake sale hosted by the UC Berkeley College Republicans, I was reminded of a case over University of Michigan’s law school admissions policy that went to the Supreme Court in 2003. In this case a white woman was passed over for admission. She sued the school,saying that [...]
We’ve been traveling and Annika had her third birthday in the past week. It’s funny. How the things I want to sit down and write about prevent me from sitting down to write. We went to Detroit over the weekend. I’d be okay if they wanted to search Tigger. As we were traveling back to [...]
I’ve started meditating again. Finally, after six years of hemming and hawing, I’m just doing it. A couple of weeks ago I started going to a Buddhist program that has child care, so Annika gets to play on the playground and do toddler yoga while I meditate and get my spiritual cup filled. This is [...]
I did it. The other day I referred to Annika as a Black girl. I’ve purposely avoided referring to her as “the Black girl,” or “the Black baby,” when speaking to other people. I’ve said Bi-racial a few times, but never Black. Not to other people. I’ve talked to her about her skin being Brown. [...]
Several years ago when I was living in Detroit and working at a bank in Grosse Pointe Woods — an affluent and very White suburb that juts up against Detroit’s border — I got a lesson about race that is coming in very handy right about now. It’s funny how life teaches you everything you [...]