A Vile Word

What is it about the word nigger that it has been able to survive and flourish for generations? It’s like the zombie apocalypse of words, meaning no one knows who patient zero for the use of such a vile word is, it keeps infecting people, and there doesn’t seem to be a cure. It is a word that was used to tell black people to go home when they walked into white schools, stepped on white college campuses, moved into white neighborhoods, or sat at lunch counters. Continue reading “A Vile Word”

The Problem isn’t the Liquor

I was reading an article on the Raw Story today where Stanford University’s answer to Brock Tuner’s disgusting actions is to ban hard liquor on campus. Really Stanford? The problem with Brock Turner’s actions isn’t the party culture on campus, which Brock used as an excuse. The problem is that Brock Turner is a troll. He is one of the worse forms of life. The problem is he was raised by a father who referred to his disgusting acts as 20 minutes of actions and a mother who only thoughts weren’t of how vile his behavior was but over her sadness in not being able to decorate her dream home because of the stress of the trial. Continue reading “The Problem isn’t the Liquor”

It is just Hair

To all people but especially to black women it is just hair. As black women we cannot allow of self worth, our intelligence, our contribution to society to be determined by our hair. As black women we are the only race of women where are our can become a topic of national debate. There are work and school regulations implemented around our hair. Our hair is a source of contention, hatred, and ridicule. Continue reading “It is just Hair”

A Lady with a Lamp

A Lady with a Lamp

The Statue of Liberty is 130 years young. Through the best and worst of times she has stood with confidant and grace. At her feet there is a plaque, which simply says: Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” Continue reading “A Lady with a Lamp”

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