the scars of slavery

I wrote this entry in 2013 when I was living in Ithaca, NY. I am re-sharing it because it's a good representation of how I feel still. I know who this woman is and what she is feeling. I know as if I were alive in her time, standing next to her, watching the slave … Continue reading the scars of slavery

let a thousand buildings burn

Do you want me to compare the pain I feel with the deaths of George Floyd, Ahmaud Aubrey and Breonna Taylor to the pain I feel at the loss of physical things like buildings and businesses, my answer is, let a thousand buildings burn. This is my honest-to-god emotional reaction, and I am not one … Continue reading let a thousand buildings burn

the scars of slavery

I know who this woman is and what she is feeling.  I know as if I were alive in her time, standing next to her, watching the slave ship arrive to take more of her loved ones away.  I was there in my mind.  In some sort of time-lapsing possibility,  I was there. Maybe I … Continue reading the scars of slavery