Author: Carma Henry

     Viola Ford Fletcher — known to the world as Mother Fletcher is the oldest living survivor of the 1921 Tulsa Race Massacre and one of the most powerful living witnesses to America’s suppressed history. Born in 1914, she was only seven years old when mobs burned the prosperous Greenwood District, known as Black Wall Street, destroying her family’s home, livelihood, and sense of safety in a single night. For nearly a century she carried those memories quietly, but with unshakable clarity the screams, the smoke, the terror in the streets, the planes overhead. When she finally testified before Congress at age 107, her words cut through the nation’s conscience and reignited a global demand for justice and reparations.

Nunnie on the Sideline

  I want to be clear: I celebrate FAMU Volleyball’s dominance since joining the SWAC. Winning four championships in five years is extraordinary. I am thrilled the conference selected FAMU to host the tournament, and it was truly inspiring to watch our team raise the trophy inside the Lawson Center.

‘Test Your Bible knowledge’

     The last time my beloved alma mater, Johnson C. Smith University won a CIAA Football Championship was 1969. That’s a long time ago by any barometer that you use. I live in another time zone, yet my clock is always on JCSU time.

     I came back to Jamaica two weeks ago with the kind of foolish confidence you earn from distance, the belief that memory alone can protect the places you love. I thought I knew what I was walking into. You see enough disaster clips online, and you tell yourself you understand. I have lived many disaster-type situations trying to be a sojourner of black truth.  But the thing about storms is that the camera always misses the part that hurts the most. The quiet. The smell. The stunned way people move, almost zombie-like, after the world rearranges itself.  Before all this, my sense of home was stitched into small, ordinary things. Like the shortcut up Park Mountain. That path was never really meant for children, but we took it anyway, barefoot, slipping on mossy stones that had seen centuries of rain. I can still hear Aunt Vera shouting from her veranda, “Mind dat stone by di mango tree!” She said it every time, even when I pretended I didn’t hear her. The air up there always smelled of wet breadfruit leaves and fresh mud, the kind of scent that embodies itself in you whether you want it or not.

BLACKPRESSUSA NEWSWIRE — A busy news week heading into the Thanksgiving holiday has distracted from a continuing effort by the Trump Administration to relocate, and in some cases end, the U.S. Department of Education.

 For years, readers across the country have been looking for history that feels real, accessible, and honest. What began as short videos on TikTok has now turned into a full line of books after thousands of followers reached out asking to hold this history in their hands. Fort Pierce author and award-winning artist Ramon Robinson has officially released his first ten titles on Amazon, giving readers everywhere access to stories that have too often been overlooked or ignored.

The Albany Southwest Georgian Newspaper will celebrate its 87th anniversary with a semi-formal Gala on Friday, December 5, 2025, at 6:00 PM at Albany Technical College (Kirkland Building).

     From a local aspect, the issues are silenced but just as real. School lunch programs that rely on federal reimbursement, families patiently waiting for financial aid, and community members who work for federal businesses and agencies feel the pressure. Contractors lose paychecks.  Postal workers still deliver, but if the support of services is minimized, delays and disorientation can appear. As well as many households, a shutdown turns bills into everlasting stress and constant worry.