A Simple Reflection on the More Recent Historical Socio-Positioning of Males

I address this perspective on male positioning over females not to focus on females but to place males correctly, for the purpose of this reflection, in their self-appointed and relegated privileged positions within a running, hegemonic, heteronormative, (w)hite-centric dominant narrative… Read More

Evolution and the Necessity for Friction

Us: A World & Trace Taylor Production

Is this ethnography? The making of this film was extremely difficult. It takes the viewer from horror to the possibility of joy. I suffered a tremendous emotional downturn for the first four months working on those first three acts. While the two final sections pulled me back towards the living, it took another eight months… Read More

A Perspective Identity

I came from “dirty” “mixed-blood.”  I’ve been hungry most of my life. All I ever knew was hard.  But before, there was Cara.  It was all I could do to wait for the lunch bell.  She lingered across the field, by the wild honeysuckle that hung from the live oak tree.  She came from Georgia.… Read More

The Boca Ciega High School Human Rights Project Anthology, 2017

© by Community Leveraged Learning (2017) This project was incredible. I wrote a Human Rights curriculum and combined this with the effective writing curriculum I produced for CLL (Community Leveraged Learning), my educational nonprofit. Dr. AnnMarie Gunn at USFSP served as an advisor on the project and hooked me up with a ninth-grade teacher, Nicole… Read More

The Use of Myth in the Systematic Stratification of a Nation

If we are to understand how language plays a role in the stratification of the American human group, it is imperative that we look at several other aspects of American society and most especially that which relates to education. Read More

Geography of Self

Geography of Self ©by Trace Taylor (2015) I came from dirty mixed blood. I’ve been hungry my whole life. All I ever knew was hard. Then I met Cara… I waited at noon for the lunch bell. She’d come from across the field where I waited by the wild honeysuckle that hung from a cypress… Read More