Last night I dreamed of pure joy. On a hillside lived a woman with several children. The gravel drive down off the main road at a slight angle to her home. The gray atmosphere sweated a late summer dampness across the hillside grass. Several abandoned cars lined the flatness where the land began, followed by an overgrown garden of sunflowers and corn, tomatoes and other … Continue reading For Once at Rest

Note: This was originally published as a news column here. We’d just left the Dollar General on Randleman when Robespierre told Fec about the handguns. Fec, you see, didn’t believe that Robespierre had a handgun in the truck. Being a naturalized, freedom-loving American citizen, Robespierre himself laughed out loud at the notion. Why we were on Randleman Road in Robespierre’s truck in the middle of … Continue reading On the streets with Fec and Robespierre

Note: This was originally published as a news column here. I’m thinking my white privilege began in 1977 when I was introduced to Officer Friendly while attending Old Town Elementary School on Reynolda Road. Officer Friendly didn’t shoot me or cause me bodily injury. He was nice, and friendly, and gave me a good impression of police. I disliked my principals, especially Mr. Larry Womble, … Continue reading The brief history of my white privilege