A moist, vague moral populism meets New Jack Swing.
To paraphrase Faulkner, it's a hard life on a single black woman for a fact. Or more likely, not so hard. The experience is never as hard, as enduring the self-appointed analysts. Black and otherwise.
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, where he writes about culture, politics, and social issues. He is the author of The Beautiful Struggle
, Between the World and Me,
and We Were Eight Years in Power