What does it mean, to me, to be a black comic book writer? I’d like to say that it doesn’t mean anything different than before I put the “black” in there: That I treat my work seriously, even when it’s about something as inherently silly as giant monsters destroying island cities. That I treat every character I write with the dignity they deserve, even if it’s Lobo. That I don’t hide behind the color of my skin and let it serve as a shield, a nut-guard against criticisms of inauthenticity in the same twisted, ridiculous way that I can use the N-word and others can’t. But I can’t deny that I feel a bit of a responsibility to present characters of color in a way that I wouldn’t be ashamed to show to my mother. And as much as I would, at some point, like to get to write characters like Nick Fury, or Lex Luthor, or John Constantine, I’d also like to try my hand at Ororo Munroe, Franklin Pierce, or—yes—Brother Voodoo.
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