Sunday, September 10, 2017

I Wonder

When I read W.E.B Du Bois, James Baldwin and Richard Wright, I am able to grasp life through their experience.

A place and time that is very different from my own, yet somehow still resonates in my experiences of 2017.

Times have changed, people have changed, life for the average African-American has changed yet somehow that color line that supposedly disappeared still exists.

I wonder if one day we will every truly live in a color blind world. I wonder if anyone, even myself can really see through my color. My beautiful, my controversial, my identifying color?

Saturday, August 26, 2017

Separation

  Separating the past from the present is acknowledging hope for the future.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Patterns

Wearing strips in a world of plaids is like 1+1=3.

Once I thought a solution was revealed for the above labyrinth...expand your vision. It seemed plausible till I realized I didn't know the meaning of plaid.

What is plaid? I wanna enjoy this syncopated flow.

Monday, July 31, 2017

Beginnings

I recently watched a movie staring Denzel Washington, "Devil in a Blue Dress."

I actually enjoyed it this time.  I've seen this movie several times before, but I never really liked it.  I thought it was at the least mediocre and at its worst boring.

I would always catch the movie in the middle. I just recently saw this movie from the beginning and finally understood the fullness and motivation of Denzel's character.

All this to say, if you find yourself in a place you don't like, seek the beginning.  Things might be a lot better than you initially thought.

Possible anyway...

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Discovering Truth

600 to 300 years before Christ walked the Earth, man finally was certain that the Earth was indeed round.

Prior to accepting this knowledge, man thought the Earth was flat and that the Sun was rising and setting about the Earth. Now we know that it is indeed the Earth that revolves around the Sun.

I used to think I was the center of my own universe, then I discovered I am one of many.

Yet I still haven't discovered what indeed I revolve around. But this much is true, I revolve around the Sun, and its gravity that keeps me in rotation.

*photo credit pixabay.

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Listening

Listening recently got my attention. It required me to passively and actively participate with my interlocutor.

Real listening was a brave exercise for me, it made me feel vulnerable because I didn't judge the words as they are spoken.

Hearing a person sometimes feels risky, yet can be a liberating experience.

*photo credit pixabay

Monday, February 20, 2017

Concerned!

I'm concerned about the protests happening in America. Most recently and thus far the most disturbing is the "I'm a Muslim" movement.

This nomenclature that is irresponsibly being disseminated through social media, written on protest signs, in the papers, voiced by influential celebrities and political figures is contemptible.

Muslims and other immigrants came to this great country, America to find freedom, some came to escape poverty others seeking political asylum and various other reasons. In other words they sought independence from a bondage that repressed them.

Yet we as Americans speak back to them, "we are you?" No! We are supposed to be exercising our rights as citizens to be individuals and lovers of freedom.

The Statue of Liberty was, and in many cases still is, the first glimpse of anonymity, justice and freedom many immigrants see when they enter our country. This isn't to say all Muslims are immigrants, many are already proud Americans.

Lady liberty says "give me your huddled masses yearning to breathe free..." This itself, The Statue of Liberty, was built to symbolize the freedom of American slaves and the hopes of the French wanting to emancipate themselves from oppression.

Are we as Americans so arrogant to think Muslims, foreign or native, need our help or empathy! We are individuals with our own identities in the United States of America. Let FREEDOM ring!

*The New Colossus, by Emma Lazarus (written on the Statue of Liberty)
*picture credit Pixabay