Dat Whiteman, or, It Ain’t the Race, It’s the Gender
REEDUCATION Distant traffic hums in the early morning just as it did where I grew up, near but not too near to the highway. I like it because it is the sound of eternity, the sound of the universe. It causes me to wake up happy but I still have to remember not to censor … More Dat Whiteman, or, It Ain’t the Race, It’s the Gender