A Letter To Chris Rock

The Oscar night smack was less about a Black woman’s hair and more about the life-long traumas of two Black men

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My grandmother Alice Thompson’s house stood directly across the street from your family’s. You don’t remember me. You were much older, and I just a nappy-headed kid riding training wheels up and down the sidewalk with your brother Kenny. (We’re still in touch; wish y’all were.) Your appearance in Beverly Hills…