For the past ten years, the Safety Harbor community has been an integral part of my life, and I have always been treated as if my life matters. I was wholeheartedly in favor of the Black Lives Matter – And Justice For All signs, and when the Commission voted to display the signage on city … [Read more…]
It’s been over two weeks since the brutal murder of George Floyd and I’m only now able to write about it. My initial response alternated between rage and numbness, as I was catapulted into Black PTSD—in no condition to write a blog that would properly honor Mr. Floyd. I am betrayed once again by my … [Read more…]
Growing up in a Northern suburban school system, there was so much about Black history that we were not taught. After all, it was the 1950s. We were not taught that Southern churches espoused that Blacks had no souls. A lie created in order to justify the enslavement of a whole race of people, but … [Read more…]
1951. It was Saturday morning, and I was heading out to visit my auntie in Harlem. In the suburbs we had no subways, so I walked the quarter mile to the main highway, looked both ways, then dashed across the four lanes to catch the bus. About fifteen minutes later, having crossed the city line, … [Read more…]
