I critiqued Dave Chappelle and his fans questioned my Blackness

It may have been the GIF of a chattering raccoon.

Or the cropped photo of me standing with a student and teacher after speaking at a high school, claiming I had professed my love for the "ugliest white woman [I] could find." Or the message insisting I "have to keep my white wife happy," though my marriage ended in 2015.

These messages, delivered to my virtual doorstep via Twitter after I dared to write a column criticizing comic Dave Chappelle's recent Saturday Night Live monologue, were part of a punishing deluge of responses on social media aimed at attacking me as a Black man. According to these diatribes, I was a traitor to my race, a biscuit-eating sellout, a coonish, Uncle Tom/Sambo who allowed his Jewish paymasters to dictate his writing.

All for having in Chappelle's latest performance.