In all of us there is a hunger, marrow-deep, to know our heritage- to know who we are and where we have come from. Without this enriching knowledge, there is a hollow yearning. No matter what our attainments in life, … Continue reading
“In all of us there is a hunger, marrow-deep, to know our heritage- to know who we are and where we have come from. Without this enriching knowledge, there is a hollow yearning. No matter what our attainments in life, … Continue reading
We need to wake up here in America and demand better accountability, better understanding and just better treatment of all workers. Labor has value. Stop saying that a person who works has “no desirable skills.” Once we stop valuing our workers, we have lost the race. We have all become slaves. Continue reading
I simply cannot live on my knees.
Yes, most revolutionaries usually do end up dead from an untimely death. I don’t fancy myself to be that influential to be in that category, but I can stand up in my own little way in my own little life. And I hope that my life and my strength brings inspiration to others who are fighting injustice as well.
This is for all my warriors out there. Stand proud and stand tall.
And never, ever live on your knees
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We send our kids out to college with a promise of a better life if they go.
Are we upholding our end of the bargain? Continue reading
Take me to another place Take me to another land Make me forget all that hurts me Helps me understand your plan. Arrested Development’s Tennessee was one of them most popular songs of the summer when I moved to Tennessee. … Continue reading
Today I woke up with dread in my heart. Yesterday I had a few panic attacks and I found myself weepy and I couldn’t figure out why. And then it hit me… I am suffering from PTSD from living in “Post … Continue reading
There is a strangeness in being mixed race that one could never understood by a person who has never walked in our shoes. Most mixed race people have a racial ambiguity. That is to say, people often say “what ARE … Continue reading
Well four years of college came and went. And much like a famous Charles Dickens book, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was a time when I could get away from the racist … Continue reading
And although, I did not identify with them yet, I had broadened my understanding of what it meant to be a person of color. I learned that not all Black people were criminals who lived in the projects. There was Black middle class that sent their children to college, just like they did on the Cosby Show. It wasn’t just a fairy tale. Continue reading
