White is Not a Language

What is that old flag doing in his hands? The punch in my gut also brought the tears. Today I weep for and with the people of Charleston. The more I think about the one who held that old flag, the more I want to shout, You don’t get to speak for our Humanity! Racism, […]

A Lament for Michael Brown

I mourn for Michael Brown My heart is broken, shattered even, but not as broken and shattered as his body spilled out onto the streets of Ferguson. One more life was taken. A life that crossed a road, raised hands and surrendered and yet, misunderstood judged killed before his moment to make his case. Before he […]