@SunnyDaeJones

Ever since the public learned that Bill Cosby’s lead defense attorney is Monique Pressley—a black woman—his pending Pennsylvania sexual assault case has mutated from overtly damaging to covertly revealing the seldom spoken-about oppressions that are pervasive within the Black community: classism, rape culture, misogyny, and internalized inferiority complexes to keep the list short. The HBCU grad has been revered as a pillar of Black Excellence and a pinnacle of Black woman success. The overall tone of the Black community has not only been of acceptance, but outright celebration of her accomplishments. I must admit that her expertise, no-nonsense approach, and zeal for her client seem appealing… until, of course, one has truly absorbed what she represents.

by Raquel Willis for CuePoint on Medium

If music is the product of its original environment, Compton rapper Kendrick Lamar has become the quintessential arbiter of this notion. Through his storytelling abilities and lyrical prowess, his latest release, To Pimp a Butterfly, seeks to elucidate the current state of black consciousness and liberation in his most combative effort to date.

by Brittany Dawson


Y’all, I’m tired. I’m growing numb to the series of grisly comments by folks online who bark statements like, “Hey! Black people can’t write about White people. That’s racist!” Or ,“If a Black cop shot a White person, that would be racist too!” (Just to name a couple.)

Last week, I read an opinion piece posted on For Harriet, critiquing Black women’s backlash to VH1’s new show, Sorority Sisters. I found the title, “So Now You're Mad?: A Response to ‘Sorority Sisters’ from a Sorority Sister” to be taunting, and I found the piece to be riddled with problematic generalizations.

by Jordan Hamilton

As I sat on the couch with my eyes glued to the OWN Network, I watched four very beautiful black actresses of different walks and statures interview with Oprah. I was excited to see such great woman come together and speak on touchy subjects they had kept mum for some time. Unfortunately, I was one of the few people who thought all four of the woman were worthy of sitting amongst one another. There sat, Phylicia Rashad, Viola Davis, Alfre Woodard and then there was Gabrielle Union.