If it's talking bad about black folks, I'm cool with obscurity.
I saw enough exaggerated chuckling and everything else to make my stomach hurt. I did not see the cat I met one-on-one. I won't go as far as to evoke the duos Skinnin and Grinnin or Shuckin and Jivin, but I didn't like what I saw. I worry greatly about anyone whose demeanor changes when white folks come around. Not so much word choice and things like that--most of us code switch, though I resolved long ago to do as little of that as possible--but his vibe. It wasn't the cool cat that I saw in the department conference room. I saw a cat performing. Here and there, he'd slip back to the cat I met, but it was mostly a performance. [...]
| Read Bomani Jones' "Beware of this man"
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