In honor of the Emanuel Nine who, like me, were just living their life like it’s Golden.
NOTE: This piece is the first of a series of Essays on Race. I wrote it in the spring of 2014 and, obviously, a lot has happened in the sphere of race relations since then. Ferguson. Staten Island. The callous murder of a 12-year-old black child. Ad nauseum. I have to stand up, speak up---for myself, my people, my life, my world. That's why I started this blog in the first place: To tell whoever will listen that Black Lives Matter. JUST the same as All lives matter.
I have previously posted this essay on my Facebook Timeline.
Coming soon:Part II: Race and Culture---The Impact of Black Culture (Music, Theatre, Film) on American and World Culture
I began writing this piece in the aftermath of the George Zimmerman trial for the murder of Trayvon Martin, as a response to President Barack Obama’s charge to the nation to have a conversation…
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baltimoreblackwoman 
Thanks for reposting this. I stumbled into your blog thru the “essay” tag, and this gave me a quick overview. Another hidden gem on WordPress.
As i read through a few of your entries, it struck me that Baltimore has a lot of similarities to Oakland. Police issues, city hall issues, neighborhood issues, freeway destruction issues, riots, etc. A complicated mess at times, other times a glimmer of hope. I moved away a few years ago but still follow it with part of my heart.
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Dear dolphin… Thanks for your comments. After checking out your page, it’s clear that great minds think alike! We touch on a number of the same topics (I loved your Malaysia Air post) but you have a wicked sense of humor that I greatly admire! I’ll be reading more of your works.
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