Thursday Thoughts: Charleston



Tears of heat stream down my face, as I once again watch my President, an African-American father of two, speak on the grave indecencies that have, once again, befallen members of his race.

The news of the Charleston travesty is still fresh. The rage, hurt, and confusion doing back flips in my heart and mind are intensified the more after watching President Barack Obama recount the events which occurred at a prayer meeting last evening in Charleston, South Carolina. There is a slight stoop in his posture, his eyes are downcast, a small feeling of defeat radiates from his being as he tells us about the need for gun control, about the inequalities so apparent in our country today, about the lives still being lost due to ignorance, privilege, vigilantes and bigots.

What can we do? What can be done? In a world, where a white woman believes she can carry the title of African-American woman for ten years and believe she is “trans-racial,” where do we stand? Is “The Dream” only a dream and nothing more? Have we, the nation, moved forward, or were just enough bread crumbs and rights afforded to a minority of people to keep us quiet and content. Was there an expiration on our rights and privileges? Did the powers at be proclaim, “When a black man holds the seat of power, as the leader of the free world, time will be up. If they didn’t ‘get’ everything they wanted, tough luck?”

Being cynical and suspicious are not words I use to describe myself. But this doubt cannot be suppressed. These questions are yearning for answers. I have no idea how to go about finding them, but I’ll start on this little old blog, and hopefully we can find the answers together.


Tuesday Thoughts



A few weeks ago, my friend Morgan, told me about an article over on The Atlantic’s website she felt I should read. I had, in fact, heard about the article she suggested to me, but felt I wasn’t in the right mind set or mood to read it and had shrugged it off. Well, it just so happened that one Sunday morning while I was working a long shift at my “survival job” I decided to take the time to finally read it. Talk about a bad idea, haha. I don’t mean it was a bad idea in terms of disliking the material, but idea in how I was able to fully engross myself in the text and empathize with the protagonists in the story and how they related to me and my own identity.

The article was called, “The Case for Reparations,” by Ta-Nehisi Coates. and can I just say that this piece moved me to tears, rattled my mind with numerous questions, disbelief, awe and left me completely dumbfounded. Woof. That is the best word I can think of to describe my emotional and intellectual state after reading it. As I digested each word of Coates’ thesis, I gobbled it up as if it were new found nourishment for my soul. The way the writer was able to use the politics and social upheaval involved with Chicago housing and neighborhood makeup, unlocked a new level in the nation’s civil rights history. The history of African-Americans in this country, and the socio-economic imbalances that still shape our nation today.

If you’re looking for a dense, yet easily absorbed article to bring up at dinner or at cocktail hour with friends or coworkers, I strongly suggest taking a look at this piece. It really forces you to take a long, hard look at where we as a nation stand, especially after celebrating America’s birthday, and pondering how far we’ve come, what issues have been resolved, swept under the rug, or simply placed on the back burner for another generation (mine) to figure out.

Talk about a deep “Tuesday Thoughts, huh? If you do happen to find time, click on the link above and take a gander. If it’s too much, pace yourself. Coates has divided it into ten chapters to make for easy reading. Just remember, how can we move forward, if we are unwilling to take an objective look at our past?

Ciao 🙂