To many, this weekend felt like a trip through the twilight zone. For months Colin Kaepernick and those he inspired endured the outrage of NFL fans who insisted they were disrespecting the military and the flag by not standing for the national anthem. Kaepernick, after meeting with Nate Boyer, modified his protest from sitting down… Continue reading Unmasking Whiteness: Trump, NFL, and Interest Convergence
I was in the 5th grade. We were on a field trip to Minnehaha Falls and Travis wanted to “go have fun.” That was all it took. We all took off, breaking away from the group, to “have some fun.” What felt like hours later (in reality maybe like 20 minutes) we were standing… Continue reading Misery Loves Company: the fake community of Richard Spencer and the alt-right
There are a couple videos circulating right now of teachers greetings their students as they come in the door. One is of a Black male teacher, Barry White, in Charlotte, North Carolina greeting his nearly exclusively Black students. The other is of a white female teacher, Jerusha Willenborg in Wichita, Kansas doing the same with… Continue reading Why the Handshakes Matter: The Violence of Whiteness in the Classroom
Bob Kroll called Black Lives Matter a terrorist organization. I suppose he is right. To Kroll and his ilk Black Lives Matter must be a terrifying thing. And, you know what, maybe folks need to be terrified. Today the Department of Justice did what we all knew they would do: declined to press charges in… Continue reading Bob Kroll Thinks BLM is a “Terrorist Organization” and He is Right.
Every night my daughter grabs my face and says “Nigh Nigh.” She gives me two kisses, one on the lips and one on my forehead. It is impossible to explain the amount of love I feel in that moment, really every moment, with her. She does this because since the day she was born I… Continue reading I Want to Love Like my Daughter Loves
I know the day is coming. It won’t be tomorrow, but it is coming. Some day, relatively soon, my daughter is going to ask me what I am. She is going to notice that I am a lighter shade of brown than her mommy. She is going to ask me if I am White. She… Continue reading “Daddy What are You?”: thoughts on white skin and Whiteness
To Leslie Bock and the folks over at Betty Danger’s My name is Ryan Williams-Virden. I spent the first thirty years of my life in Northeast Minneapolis. The Northeast that I remember, however, is very different from the one that you have crafted from what, I’m sure, you saw as rubble. Let me explain. I… Continue reading This is Why we Hate You: MisAdventures in Gentrification