On Being a Chinese Engineer Guy. On Being a Woman Photographer from Morocco. On Being Ernie from Glen Burnie. And on being out on a limb.
For a white guy, I have passable multicultural and civil rights credentials: covered voting and Soul City (a black-planned model city); have written about civil rights and race in scholarly and not-scholarly journals; worked at an old-line DC firm one summer assigned only to Lawyers Committee Under Civil Rights; worked for a Senator swept out in the “Reagan” purge of 1980; and good works of a personal nature that would be spoiled if I disclosed them. I do love Blawg Review, and admire its breadth, and excellence, being truly all-inclusive politically, socially and sexually, and still good. Some of my best friends are …very different, if not eccentric and demented. Ed. falls in there some where. And I liked and admired Blawg Review # ____. Except I cringed at its spectacularly annoying late-1970s title, which ought to make anyone of any political persuasion shudder. An obviously talented human, the hostess gave us all a fine performance at her On Being A Black Lawyer on MLK Day and the week of President Obama’s inaugaration. Bravo. But, as Holden would say, dang, Yolanda, can you change the title of your fine site?