Fuck what you have heard or what you have seen in your son. He may lie about homework and laugh when the teacher calls home. He may curse his teacher, propose arson for the whole...

The loudest of doomsayers, so often, carry the weightiest of sin.

Our art is made in cities like New York by people who are running from other places. They feel themselves as misfits who were trapped in dead-end suburbs. They hated high school. Their parents did...

Our art is cynical and bad-ass and made by people who will not be happy until you join them in the church of “everything is fucked up, so throw up your hands.” This is art...

I did not know then that this is what life is–just when you master the geometry of one world, it slips away, and suddenly again, you’re swarmed by strange shapes and impossible angles.

Racism is, among other things, the unearned skepticism of one group of humans joined to the unearned sympathy for another.

Racism is not merely a simplistic hatred. It is, more often, broad sympathy toward some and broader skepticism toward others…

The Knowledge Rule 2080: From maggots to men, the world is a corner bully. Better you knuckle up and go for yours than have to bow your head and tuck your chain.

What did I know of loving anything, beyond a longing, beyond being biased in one woman’s direction.

On our life map, he drew a bright circle around twelve through eighteen. This was the abyss where, unguided, black boys were swallowed whole, only to reemerge on corners and prison tiers.