Consumers probably know me best for the memoir Ghetto Celebrity (Crown, 2003) and the story of Dock Ellis & the LSD No-No. I also lecture and facilitate. email@example.com
It was in a place of mourning that we Portlanders learned an all-star line-up of the worst White America has to offer would soon decamp in our mild-mannered city...
A short film on "how racism is literally inscribed on our geography." Directed with Sika Stanton.
Crate Diggers is a music / interview podcast using vinyl records as a jumping off point for conversations between musicians and other cool people.
A story of baseball, fatherhood and what it's like to be the black team.
The animated doc has been hailed as one of the great baseball films. Neille Ilel produced the audio narrative with me.
"To me, this conversation always comes back to the Booty Call-Rosewood conversation," says director Barry Jenkins.
Be sure to check out the book club documentary content from my Mutty Waters production crew.
Let's celebrate baseball season with beer, hot dogs, and cannabis! Plenty of players do. MLB just doesn't want anybody to talk about it.
In our era of creeping wokeness, in the coasts' liberal precincts, the average black person can feel like a celebrity. Only, sometimes the celebrity it seems you are is Leslie Jones.
This is so not the fatherhood I’d imagined as a male raised by a sometimes super-poor single mother or, for that matter, as a regular, paycheck-to-paycheck father, which I was for more than a dozen years—in home and across town.
Dock Ellis and Gaylord Perry, together again. A visual meditation on cheating, from my enhanced ebook Beyond Ellis D, produced with Thor Swift.
The Kobe I prefer to remember is a tender young buck, the pre-Mamba anomaly. Harold Miner 2.0. Understand when I say Harold Miner 2.0 that, as Kobe Bryant was ascendant, NBA progressives were on the prowl for an MJ update. The Next Jordan. Space Jam or nah, sport’s largest superstar was actually in early decline.
“Cleopatra was known for her beautiful, long, luxurious pubic hair, which she proudly wore brushed and oiled, and she was known to admire — and display — her pubic hair in the shiny marble floors and the light, diaphanous gowns of the time.”
There’s something perfectly obvious about the white right propagating a term based on women and black men’s shared history as property.
Also: I did not write that headline.