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Cartagena: the Blackest city you never heard of

Descend upon Cartagena and first take note of its humble skyline. Feeble grasps at the height of a city’s ego, its own meager measure of…

May 15, 2019

Cartagena: the Blackest city you never heard of

May 15, 2019

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Fred Hampton vs. Judas & the Black Messiah

Soooo… I’m glad we finally got a movie on a grassroots revolutionary buuut…

Mar 28, 2021

Fred Hampton vs. Judas & the Black Messiah

Mar 28, 2021

Thunder vs. Lightning

When the Tank rolled over the Golden Boy and made him flattened mettle

Jul 11, 2023

Thunder vs. Lightning

Jul 11, 2023

The wind and the water take selfies in my mirror

pardon the rivers on my face but I’ve seen too many meet their funerals

Jan 30, 2021

Jan 30, 2021

When we say Abolish PolICE here’s what we mean

I live across the street from a former housing project in New Orleans. It’s now turned into “mixed income housing.” There’s a police jeep…

Nov 3, 2020

When we say Abolish PolICE here’s what we mean

Nov 3, 2020

(black) thoughts of a middle class comeuppance but then wary…

lest you be lassoed by the hood boy/ be noosed back to the wretched limbs of your family tree / lest all you try ghosting come back haunt…

Feb 17, 2020

Feb 17, 2020

The only business the US has in Iran is the business of imperialism as usual

War is big business. PERIODT. It’s never about patriotism. It’s never about nationalism. It’s never about pride in your homeland, father…

Jan 28, 2020

The only business the US has in Iran is the business of imperialism as usual

Jan 28, 2020

No Reforming the Capitalist State: The Fight for Genuine Socialism

What’s Capitalism?

Nov 12, 2019

No Reforming the Capitalist State: The Fight for Genuine Socialism

Nov 12, 2019

The Watermarks We Drown In: Part II

When I’m eleven in the sixth grade I learn the weight of a Tupperware lunch case. Correction: I learn the weight of a Tupperware lunch…

Oct 22, 2019

The Watermarks We Drown In: Part II

Oct 22, 2019

The Watermarks We Drown In: Part I

The other night I found out that my Great Grandmother’s brother was a hustler named Romalus. Heard he was the man when it came to running…

Oct 16, 2019

The Watermarks We Drown In: Part I

Oct 16, 2019

& they say Chi-City…

Step off the plane and make my way to the connected CTA train station adjacent. First marvel at the giant spinning fans whirling above me…

Sep 17, 2019

& they say Chi-City…

Sep 17, 2019

Jigga Please: when the chicanery of black capitalism comes home to roost

There’s this grainy old tape of Biggie Smalls when he first came out in the early 90’s. In it, he’s got his arm hanging casually around…

Aug 21, 2019

Jigga Please: when the chicanery of black capitalism comes home to roost

Aug 21, 2019

man child and the white boy float atop the broken promised land

there’s this white boy sitting next to me on the plane. his angsty hands keep flashing towards the window too quickly. jerky motions that…

Jul 7, 2019

man child and the white boy float atop the broken promised land

Jul 7, 2019

When Blacks Face Blackface: Undoing a Century Old Spell in New Orleans

There’s been much ado about blackface in the media lately. From the runways of high end fashion to the halls of the political elite, the…

Mar 5, 2019

When Blacks Face Blackface: Undoing a Century Old Spell in New Orleans

Mar 5, 2019

neuroses: a deconstruction, a praise poem

today I forgive myself

Feb 6, 2019

Feb 6, 2019

pain is a wave. ride it.

This birthday I’m thinking of the frat boy in my grandmother’s living room room talkin’ shit with his frat brothers. Pretty Tony what they…

Oct 9, 2018

pain is a wave. ride it.

Oct 9, 2018

Independence Day… the Caribbean Way

When the pound of the drums reached my ears, I sensed a familiar thing coming. In marched a cavalcade of drummers, musicians, and paraders…

Jul 5, 2018

Independence Day… the Caribbean Way

Jul 5, 2018

Martinique Day 2: Chasing Waterfalls and Rivulets of Africa with a splash of Hatred in Between…

We were supposed to go to the Sugar Cane Plantation museum. But it turned out everything was closed the day before Martinique’s 170th…

Jun 19, 2018

Martinique Day 2: Chasing Waterfalls and Rivulets of Africa with a splash of Hatred in Between…

Jun 19, 2018

My first day in Martinique

Start with a trip to La Savane des Esclaves — French for The Savannah of the Slaves. The first thing that hits the eye is the lush green…

Jun 12, 2018

My first day in Martinique

Jun 12, 2018

Crumbling Facades: Dismantling the Colonial Legacy

The great force of history comes from the fact that we carry it within us, are unconsciously controlled by it in many ways, and history is…

May 29, 2018

Crumbling Facades: Dismantling the Colonial Legacy

May 29, 2018

A Scribe Called Quess

A Scribe Called Quess

The Ellisonian Basement is a collection of my writings on Blackness & visibility in the post-modern world, OR Duboisian double consciousness under surveillance.

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