Some thoughts on Black pain, anger, trauma and reactions, in these times. They may be unprecedented, but in other ways, been here before. Warning ahead of time–this one is long. Bring water, snacks, and a gas mask.
Image: Protestors watch fireworks go off as the Minneapolis 3rd Police Precinct burns.
I wrote a book. Again. An actual whole other book. Well actually, like last time, it’s a novella–that no man’s land between full-fledged novel and short story. This one’s called The Haunting of Tram Car 015. It debuts in one week, so I thought it might be important that I tell people about it.
That amazing cover is courtesy of artist Stephan Martiniere.
It’s that time of year again, Black History Month. And in this year two-thousand and nineteen of our One True King T’Challa, we heading back to Wakanda to celebrate. Black Passport Twitter you’re not invited, because sometimes you can be obnoxious. Sorry, not sorry.
Okay, okay. You guys can come too. Just try not to be obnoxious.