The sun on summer is setting. I have taken a beautiful sabbatical but the dead hath risen. New works on Death and the Black male imagination, Hip Hop, and the premiere of a photography blog. Stay put! Continue reading
African-Americans didn’t want to finagle forks and knives or sharecrop their lives away with a cutlass in hand, they wanted books.
Before Lincoln’s signature had even dried on the Emancipation Proclamation, African-Americans were starting schools public and private. Education, no matter how remedial meant freedom for African-Americans because it was one step closer to be put on level ground with their … Continue reading Re: Emancipation
As the thief unburdens, Christ simply reminds him “thou shalt not steal.”
Christ doesn’t conceal His identity, man fails to recognize Him.
Re: Grounds for rebellion
Cities have a difference of industry than the rural antebellum. A city is where raw material and natural resources were sent to be refined and sold to mass market. Instead of cutlasses, sacks of cotton, and shackles, African slaves had … Continue reading Re: Grounds for rebellion
A true student doesn’t ask permission to ask questions.
To live and die in colonialist America as an African is testimony of the elasticity of a people.
Re: More loving
In the pew hate and jealousy can rise to the surface like grease in a pot full of dish water. Once a poisonous atmosphere takes hold and the church ceases to do what it was erected for, to spread a message … Continue reading Re: More loving