I know that I am supposed to be grateful. I know that a conversation, long overdue, is finally beginning. I recognize that each step to inclusion and freedom is critical.…
Year: 2020
Because of You
In 1965 John Lewis was spat upon for his and others’ attempt to walk across the Edmund Pettus Bridge to fight for voting rights for African Americans. At the bridge,…
I Cried the Other Night
I cried the other night. Not the great racking sobs of freedom, but the silent, gentle tears of momentary disbelief. The tears of progress that I had, unknowingly, been waiting…
Juneteenth
They knew. Yes, they knew, the owners of living souls. The owners of women and men, children and the elderly. People who laughed and cried, lived and, most assuredly, died.…
The Candle Light
It’s easy to forget the struggles of others when you are struggling yourself. And easier still if you have few struggles at all.
I am a Black Man. I have Scars on my Back.
by Tony Gilliard I am a Black Man. I have scars on my back; they are deep, they are blistering, they hurt, and they bleed the blood of my history,…