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Harlem’s Maya Angelou’s 6 Favorite Books

maya-angelouThe acclaimed Harlem resident, poet and memoirist names six works that influenced her in her life and career Continue reading

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Thelma Golden and Glenn Ligon in Conversation At The Studio Museum in Harlem

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The Studio Museum celebrates the Gordon Parks centennial year with a conversation between Director and Chief Curator Thelma Golden and artist Glenn Ligon. Continue reading

Becoming Obama: From Harlem To The White House

When Barack Obama met Genevieve Cook in 1983 at a Christmas party in New York’s East Village, it was the start of his most serious romance yet. Continue reading

Harlem Lampletter: ‘Past Those Noisèd Feet’

During one of those moments in which awareness and radio music happen to coincide, I was struck by a wave of notes that seemed to have escaped through the elevator doors of some off-course spacecraft.  Continue reading

Elizabeth Catlett, Passes at 96

Elizabeth Catlett, whose abstracted sculptures of the human form reflected her deep concern with the African-American experience and the struggle for civil rights… Continue reading

Do Not Pass

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A Literary Whiteness Protection Program

Essay By Toure for the NYTimes

This may come as a shock to you, especially if you look at whiteness as a boon and blackness as a burden, but I have never once wished to be white. If a fairy godfather came to me and said I could switch races, I’d open the window and make him use it. Continue reading

There goes Harlem

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“So, Harlem?” a friend said to me recently, when we ran into one another near our sons’ Upper East Side high school. She was referring to my family’s recent move to St. Nicholas Avenue and 146th Street, officially Sugar Hill, a once wealthy African American enclave immortalized in Billy Strayhorn’s “Take the A Train” and home to such Harlem Renaissance luminaries as Ralph Ellison, Duke Ellington, Thurgood Marshall, and W. E. B. Du Bois. “Good for you.”

I tried to parse the meaning of the compliment, which I knew, because I love this friend, was paved with the best intentions. Good for me because she knew we’d been hit hard by the recession, and we needed to move to a cheaper neighborhood, so we moved? Or good for me because we’d been squeezing three children into a two bedroom apartment and now, for significantly less rent every month, we have three bedrooms, an office, and a deck? Or good for me because I’m now a white denizen of a predominantly black neighborhood, and that, along with a black man in the White House, is a sign of progress?

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