My Journey
A note about how I think about and use language
The writings of Toni Morrison and bell hooks inspire the way I think about and make sense of the words I’ve written here -- that is, as an act of storytelling that is both reflective and generative.
The story of my dissertation
Picture this: Me -- a white, cisgender, queer, dyslexic man -- perusing the books displayed in stacks at one of the pop-up bookstores in the middle of a large conference center. A book catches my eye…
My white racial identity
Growing up I always felt like an imposter. When I tell people I did not learn to read until ten, I typically get a head tilt and look which I interpret to mean, “That can’t be. Are you sure?” My immediate internal reaction is, “Wait, am I sure? Am I faking being a delayed reader?”
Interrogating my anti-Blackness
Right before I sat down to take a state standardized test, I remember worrying aloud that I was nervous about not passing and what the consequences might be. In an effort to reassure me that I would be fine, someone nearby explained to me these tests were not really for us.
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