They were made slaves by their neighbours before they were made slaves by strangers. They were hated by their cousins before they were hated for their colour. They were outcasts and oppressed in their Old World before they suffered over the sea—before they suffered under the sun in a New World. They were captives in…
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A White army went to war against a Black army in Ghana in the 19th century—and my ancestors fought alongside the White army against the Black army. History is more complex than we choose to remember. History isn’t black or white. History isn’t about oppressors and victims—we’re all oppressors, we’re all victims. No one is…
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What if Africa wasn’t colonized by Europeans? What if Europeans didn’t have access to exploit Africa’s resources and people? Would Africa be prosperous, peaceful, powerful like Wakanda? What-if questions have always been an integral part of comic book lore. In 1938 Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster created the archetype for superheroes when they asked, “what…
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My parents come from a region in Ghana with white castles and white names that do not belong. My mother was born and raised in Anomabo and lived near Fort William, one of seventeen slave castles in the region. My father, however, is from a nearby town called Yamoransa, where I recieved my last name…
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I recently came across a response to my Black Lives Matter and White Privilege article by a writer from CultureWarReporters.com. And though the writer, Evan, is critical of my article, I actually really enjoyed his response. This is, of course, not to suggest that I agree with Evan’s conclusions or assumptions—which he humbly admits as…
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When American police officers killed Alton Sterling and Philando Castile several weeks ago, their deaths marked the 124th and 125th occasion at that time that a Black person had been killed by American police officers in 2016. Alarmingly, in the four weeks since their deaths, an additional 13 black Americans have been killed by police…
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I was ten years old when I attended my first class in Montreal as a new immigrant to Canada. Sometime into that class, the Quebecois teacher asked me for the English translation of a French word, supposedly to assess my level of French. I answered him, and in what would serve as a preview for…
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