The world is not what we think it is.
Dear St. Louis:
I look at you and see the birthplace of my father. Where my grandparents rest. Where my parents met and were eventually joined in union. Continue reading “Dear St. Louis”
Fifty years ago this month, the Civil Rights Act of 1964 passed.
The silent advisor. The stern lecturer. The strong leader.
Black American progress and the culture of the youth are often at odds with each other, but what is seen by the majority as a problem might not actually be one.
She nourished us. She protected us. She guided us.
She was not who gave birth to us, but she raised us all like we were her own.
The words of others. The singular torment within.
The fear of walking through a door, knowing the pain that awaited on the other side.
Humanity’s greatest strength is its capacity for curiosity.
Humanity’s greatest weakness is its obsession with superstition.