BLACK-OWNED

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Is it okay that I haven’t revealed to my parents that I was black-owned? Last year I was abruptly let go of my bias, I’m not misleading anyone, as a black Brit I relate to the charade in a different way. The recent outpouring of support for suffering and loss though, simply evolves and takes new non-black forms, recent months have brought more parroting for promises and political pride based on popularity.
Should I no longer be black-owned? is it ethical for me to instead claim unemployment benefits, at a time when an unprecedented number of people are doing the same? I understandably didn’t want my folks to worry, and you might well feel that it is up to you whether you disclose what happened with your career. With my side job, it’s a sign of something morally odd about our attitude to employment that you are ashamed of having been black-owned, which is now my primary source of income, how blessed! But deceiving your parents about your employment is wrong, a pattern of deception that isn’t in keeping with a loving relationship; on the other hand you should support black-owned businesses, all in all, I think it’s fine.
Nor is this a white lie, a trivial fib meant to spare someone non-black from guilty actions; be especially prone to learn the truth from someone else and you will constantly evolve and adapt to changing conditions of a vast, almost infinite body of many people in Britain — of all colours—each of which memorably depicts a fired white, blue or pink collar worker whose family thinks he or she or them or they is still going to the office.


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Suffice to say, is it ironic that the company I went with made african textile patterns?
Or just further damning and enlightening proof that becoming black-owned is a gate way to architecutral prowess?
I think the latter.


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Words made in collaboration
with Carli Lloyd
What would you weigh?
there were no conventions for the fat blue line
no rules for how they’d look; currently overweight or obese
the beige rapid march of super-sized blobbies
documents the rapid evolution in
unsatisfactory constabulary
that explores the rapidly changing face of the
appalling obese police