Every once in a while, God dumps an encapsulation of failure (or success), so strongly that it becomes an archetype of everything right or wrong with particular classes or entities of phenomena. In our case Cynthia Erivo shows us everything wrong with Black American men and women. Amazingly, and why I am religious about the matter, is because it is hard to believe one thing or detail can be used to summarize an entire catastrophe of failure. Completely unwittingly, Cynthia Erivo, and I will inject here David Oleyowo, Chiwetel Ejiofor, John Boyega, and Trevor Noah symbolize Black American dystopian dysfunction…
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I have a saying that I resort to sometimes. It runs, “I miss my White friends.” By this I mean that in my life, a few times in elementary and middle school, a few times in my college years, and a few times in my vocational life, I’ve had White friends that I considered ‘real’ friends. Male and female, the relationship was sincere and casually reciprocal, and my associates quite often benefited me, and I benefitted them in sometimes particular and generic ways. And yet now in my life, living in an all-Black neighborhood, having gone to HBCUs, all Black…