“Sometimes I catch people staring as I bike past them. Wide-eyed, mouths slightly open as if to question the color of my hair. Red like Mars, like the rings of Jupiter… In the split-second of my passing, I wander into and through their idea of what a black man is supposed to look like.”
Rumpus contributor Saeed Jones continues his monthly Ebony column, which follows the poet‘s current journey around the world . The latest dispatch, from Europe, delves into bike riding, the white gaze, and more.
