fess up (sometimes) when they've done something wrong

Chauncey DeVega, one of the eminently estimable proprietors of We Are Respectable Negroes, wrote to alert me (and, through the conduit of me, you readers) to a contest.

Guilty white liberals only need apply.

In the post, Chauncey writes,

I had a vision, a shimmering image which came to me in the twilight of my waking hours. As Saint James Brown departed us, he sent a messenger. I did not know HIS name, but his energy was powerful--yet it possessed a great sadness. HE, the great White ambassador, spoke to me and the Earth shook. This messenger sent by Saint James communicated in the most clear and melodic voice: What of your White allies? What of the White masses? We too have great guilt...especially the most "liberal" and "progressive" of us. You, Chauncey, must build us a temple, a place where we can confess our guilt and shame. I looked to Brother James and he said go forth and help our White allies, for it is the special burden We Respectable Negroes must at times suffer as an act of love. . . .

Go on over and start confessing. They built a special temple for you! Go on, you can do it, you can do it . . .

Oh, and by the way, there's bait too--a free book for each of the two best confessionals!