Why I Can’t Stay…

In 2012, when George Zimmerman killed Trayvon Martin, I realized that I had better tell my son that he is black because the world would see him that way, and if something awful happened to him, they would blame him, no matter who was actually at fault. I realized that I had done him a great disservice by allowing him to be “himself” which seemed absurd to me, but instantly true. It did not matter how he saw himself, how he felt himself, it only actually matter how the world saw him because his life could very well be at…

Inequitable Equation

While the middle class steadily becomes financially indistinguishable from the working poor, we are repeatedly told that we should be thankful and feel “blessed” for the jobs we do have.  We work harder. Longer hours. Take on more stress. And are rewarded for these efforts less and less. All the while, slapping on a smile of gratitude for the indignity of making anyone but ourselves rich and fiscally carrying the country on our back. It is a heavy burden that we should be grateful to have.  We also have to be mindful that the glitch in our system has turned…

The Great Egress

It is probably daily that I put my hands to my head and say, “I just can’t live in this country anymore.” The surge of frustration washes over me before the words are uttered and continue through me, even as they pass. I know, for now, that I am trapped, and that knowledge is deepening angst. It is not that I believe somewhere else is fundamentally better than America. I am aware that each modern land skillfully hides its flaws in a beautiful game of cache-cache that it plays with onlookers from foreign soils. I am not that daft, as…