REPOST FROM THE ORIGINAL BLOG/ SEPTEMBER 2015
Okay. Over the last few weeks there's been a tiny stir about the so-called "Bryan Singer Pitch," some years ago, for a possible new Star Trek series. Setting aside the various opinions about the relative quality of the idea itself– some like it and some don't, just like anything– I'd like to get some things straight.
1) Bryan Singer did not write this pitch. Nor did Bryan Fuller. Nor did Chris McQuarrie. Nor did Robert Burnett
It was in that house we ended up in in North East DC; the one my Dad called Shotgun Heaven. We’d been bumming around the country, following him as he tried to work out his life after divorcing my Mom and leaving his old profession. Dad had been a lot of things in his life– a not-quite-criminal street kid in 1940s Queens, a college student, a soldier in Vietnam, a civil servant in the Federal government, even a part-time carpenter and NGO worker.
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UPDATE: This was originally published Dec. 10th, 2014. Since then I've been called a nigger multiple times, most recently, last weekend by an EXTREMELY upset asian-americas "soccer mom." Days without being called a nigger: 7 ***************** The first time someone called me a nigger it was on a playground in a place called Sharon, Massachusetts. I was a small child. My brother and I were no more than five and seven, respectively, left to our own devices in that sort of safe