Why Are There No Staff Black Cartoonists at a Time When We Need Them Most?

AS A LIGHT-SKINNED man fled the sharp sting of a police officer’s weapon, the assembled crowd of a thousand or so let out the loud, full-throated sound of mass laughter. That’s because right next to him was a black man, gun muzzle pressed against his spine as he begged a cop to be simply tased, and the visual jolt that had the crowd smiling was pure electric recognition. This was deep catharsis in the heat of 2015.