By Madeia Quiento Jacobs ON April 4th, 1968 I was 5 1/2. The only reason I remember this day is because I walked into our living room and Nana was seating on the arm of a chair crying. This is the first and maybe the only time I saw our mother cry. I said, ”…
There is also an ingredient of acknowledged grace running through my veins. It is the blood that keeps me moving-even in challenging times.
“Angels Cry.” Crying, I have come to learn is holy.
Holy moments are like bridges—this holy moment is my bridge into the who of Take 6.
The name Carvell Goodlow triggers a chaotic caucus of words that I don’t even want on my doorstep they hurt they scream painful they read Carvell Goodlow a good boy was killed on sunday september 2018 in huntsville Alabama for no reason by a black boy who lost his humanity Carvell Goodlow was pursuing a…
The real hero of this movie is the African child-come-man left orphaned in America—Erik Killmonger. It is that orphaned boy whose final epitaph carries the movie home.
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Grace was in the crowd at 309 Jackson Street. The sea rose: Baptizing hate at 309 Jackson Street into love The “light” colored car came Mumbling segregation/ Delivering dynamite to kill The dreams and dreamers. The Sea’s a-rising to Drown hate into love Grace presses her head into the…
“CAN I BE ME”: I imagine Whitney Houston asking this question. As she rests, my answer to every human being searching for an answer to this question. Yes, be the you that God is calling!
Do Your One Thing!
Got to shout out HBO, too; that’s where I found “Whoopi Goldberg Presents Moms Mabley.” The documentary is an amazing confederation of laughter imbued by activism appropriated through the comedic voice of a Black woman.
Doug Jones is Alabama