Author: Carma Henry

Carma Lynn Henry Westside Gazette Newspaper 545 N.W. 7th Terrace, Fort Lauderdale, Florida 33311 Office: (954) 525-1489 Fax: (954) 525-1861

BLACKPRESSUSA NEWSWIRE — “This is more than a symbolic gesture it is a strategic and spiritual alignment.” When the Black Church and Black Media speak as one, we can ignite a movement. When we organize as one, we can shift the narrative. When we act as one, we cannot be ignored or denied,” the coalition stated.

       The traffic stop has nonetheless reopened long-simmering questions about how JSO treats Black residents, and the wisdom of what are known as pretextual traffic stops – a tactic in which police stop drivers for minor traffic infractions with the underlying goal of searching the car. Critics of such stops have said they disproportionately affect Black drivers and erode community trust.

       Walker’s turning point came during an appointment with his primary care physician, Archie McLean, M.D., with the Broward Health Physician Group. Dr. McLean referred him to Jason Walters, M.D., an orthopedic surgeon at Broward Health. After an initial evaluation, Dr. Walters quickly connected him with Ryan Werntz, D.O., also a Broward Health orthopedic surgeon, who is renowned for tackling complex cases with technical expertise and compassionate care.

       As the sun sets on another vibrant summer in Fort Lauderdale, the shimmering waters of our pools and beaches begin to quiet. But for student athletes across the city, the end of summer should not mean the end of swimming. In fact, it’s the perfect time to dive in with renewed purpose. Cross-training in swimming isn’t just a smart move for athletic performance, it’s a life-saving decision that directly impacts the health, confidence, and survival of our youth.

       I’ve been pondering past decisions I’ve made in this life of mine – decisions of enormous impact, decisions that created my future, essentially out of the blue. Forty-nine years ago, for instance, I moved from rural, southwest Michigan to . . . ta da . . . Chicago. I’d been a back-to-the-lander for the previous four years, having transformed with many of my fellow boomers from antiwar activist and hippie to planet-saving environmentalist. I was also married, but that marriage – numero uno – fell apart and I found myself, in my late 20s, with my entire future in my hands. I loved gardening. I’d been raising barred-rock chickens. Every spring we made maple syrup. On and on. Love the planet, man.