Black History

One of the advantages of having three hours a day on the road is that I get a chance to listen to a lot of audio books. I believe over the last year, I probably consumed well over a dozen or more audio books. But none is more time relevant than the one I just

Before I came to Morehouse, I didn’t realize how much of myself I had been shrinking. I grew up used to being one of few Black students in certain classes. Nobody ever actually said I didn’t belong (at least not directly to my face). But belonging is not always about what people say, it is

Growing up, I was a theater kid. I loved movies, the stage, and stories of every kind. I lived down the street from a theater, and I spent my childhood enchanted by art. I loved cartoons as much as Shakespeare, Greek tragedies as much as mythology. Old films have always fascinated me, and I can

What do I want the world to understand about being Black? Nothing. I want them to understand nothing. Because when the world was given the opportunity to understand, they misused and abused Black people. They studied us but did not see us. They heard us but did not listen. They borrowed from us but did

As National Women’s History Month draws to a close, there is a woman whom I wish to highlight in this post. Women have always played an active and vital role not only in American history, culture, and society, but also throughout the world. And this role remains evident today. In March of each year, Americans take the

I’ve struggled recently with the question of why African chiefs or leaders allowed the transatlantic slave trade to continue if they knew how horrific the conditions were that their people were being cast into. I figured the word had to have reached them at some point and they would have decided not to participate. Regardless

Lift Every Voice and Sing, written as a poem by NAACP leader James Weldon Johnson in 1900, is often referred to as the Black National Anthem. It’s uplifting, spiritual message calls us to sing “Till earth and heaven ring, Ring with the harmonies of Liberty….Facing the rising sun of our new day begun, let us

I always enter Black History Month with a bit of ambivalence and a heavy dose of resentment. It’s like someone is “allowing” us to celebrate our heritage, culture, and existence. “Oh, it’s time to let those colored people, I mean people of color, feel good about themselves. Let’s walk along the trail with Harriet Tubman,