For ex- colored people who have lost faith in white- body supremacy
“I wasn’t reaching for it.” The last words of Mr. Philando Castile were to his defense. He wasn’t doing anything wrong and according to him, he wasn’t going to. Still, he was shot and killed by a Minnesota police officer in front of his distraught girlfriend, Diamond and her four year old daughter. Dead after a traffic […]
Read MoreHe is making a living, chasing pigs and bringing home the bacon to squealing children. We scream, “Daddy! Daddy! What did you bring me?” We pick his pockets for candy and loose change. He goes down easily, conquered around the legs. He gives in easily, worn out from work or worn down by our kisses. […]
Read MoreI looked at their faces this morning and sighed. “God, help us.” One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Lives. They say a cat has nine lives. But, how many lives does hate have? Why won’t it die? How does it continue to live after this? How can we let it live on […]
Read MoreJames Baldwin looked down at the red clay hills of Georgia and thought “that this earth had acquired its color from the blood that dripped down from the trees.” That lynching is a part of America’s troubled history cannot be overstated and yet it is not often talked about. Still, Billie Holiday sang of its […]
Read MoreAs many of us gear up for summer vacations with flip flops, sunglasses and sunscreen, I want to remind us of the journey offered in books. Words can take us places. Within their pages are invitations to journey not just to distant and magical lands but to places closer to home, to undiscovered holy sites […]
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The Raceless Gospel 