For the second year in a row, I made the pilgrimage to the Chosen Few Picnic & Festival. Last year I didn’t know what to expect—other than the music. House Music. The soundtrack of my…
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Black Joy – Chosen Few ’24
Getting ready for Chosen Few 2025! Post to come later… House Music! As soon as we hit the parking lot, we could hear it. The beat, uniquely Chicago, so familiar to my ears, so nostalgic…
Bunny Rabbits & Fireflies
Bunny Rabbits & Fireflies This morning, I sat on my deck and watched three bunnies nibble at the morning dew in the grass. Not for the first time, I noticed how many rabbits are out…
What the F@!k You Mean Ain’t No List?
Fox News — that bastion of integrity and unbiased journalism (insert deep eye roll) — asked Pam Bondi back in February if the DOJ would release the “Jeffrey Epstein client list.” Her response? “It’s sitting…
Independence (Day)
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I used to be a flag-waving, fireworks-shooting, parade-attending, cookout-going patriot on the 4th. Proud African American. Two things changed that.Knocked that patriotism shit right out of me. The first happened pre-pandemic.(It’s funny how we’ve started…
African Centered Curriculum
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Below is the transcript of my speech addressed to the school board last night. Starting at minute 57:00 My name is Tracey Wallace, a lifelong Evanstonian and a member of the first desegregated class to…
Before I Sip My Strawberry Soda
Galveston, Texas, 1863. Slavery had not ended here. Not even close. Abraham Lincoln had issued the Emancipation Proclamation — begrudgingly. Not because he was morally opposed to slavery (he wasn’t trying to abolish it where…
“He Didn’t Do Nothing”: The Myth That Obama Ignored Black People
Every so often, I hear it—from intelligent, well-meaning Black folks; from white people looking for political cover or just drinking the Republican Kool-Aid served hot on Fox News; or worse, from Black men who swear…
Fatherhood
By definition, it’s just “the state or time of being a father.”But for me, it’s something deeper—one of the greatest joys a man can ever have. Like every Father’s Day, I find myself overwhelmed and…
Paddy Rollers & Slave Patrols
There are masked men rounding people up in America. Not in the dark corners of conspiracy, not in some dystopian sci-fi film—but in real time, right now. They’re staked out at schools, loitering near courthouses,…