Dear White Writers, If You’re Not Qualified to Write About Race…

Okay. I get it.

You did it.

You were able to manipulate a feverishly heightened moment by making it even more urgent. All you had to was dutifully extend its life span.

Yes, my piece scorched the social media landscape.

Also, I was randomly asked to be a guest on two radio shows to discuss why I was so mesmerized by Lemonade.

I say all of that to say the rest of this.

Having your pulse beat to the drum of an issue that a lot of us are passionate about can be exhilarating and even inspiring.

First off — it really does depend on the manner of approach.

At times — it’s a genuine need to be assured that the curated words don’t hold any weight of a misunderstood grudge.

You’re white, and you’re a writer — and you want to feel relevant.

You also need a hit. It’s either been too long or you’ve just never been that lucky.

Except — you can’t write it because it’s not your area of expertise.

So, you track down a black writer — who is an expert — of course — because, well, she’s black. That’ll work out fine! Right?


Hello, white writers. This is a black writer earnestly telling you that it’s not my job to educate you on the intricacies and fundamentals of racial politics.

Black writers don’t owe you shit.

It’s not in us to train you or prepare your white minds for the onslaught of artful weaponry — needed to pursue the quest of producing the kind of work that you don’t deserve credit for — because it’s not your damn birthright.

It’s ours.

No. I will not work with you to investigate how or why white people are clueless about the racial strife — past and present.


Because it assures us that we are still part of a group that is being oppressed and brutally driven to extinction.

It doesn’t work that way.

If you want to attack the mechanics of race and country — do it your way.

Your white privilege isn’t admissible in these parts.

In other words. Stay. In. Your. Lane.

Juggling Wordsmith. I have a lot to say!