It does not announce itself gently. It arrives in silence, – heavy, unfamiliar, and absolute. One moment, life feels anchored in presence, in voice, in laughter, in the small, ordinary exchanges that we mistake for permanence. And then, in a single breath, we are ushered into a new existence defined not by what is but by what is no longer there.
Browsing: A Message from The Publisher
More than fifty years ago, The Temptations gave us a warning wrapped in rhythm with Ball of Confusion (That’s What the World Is Today). It was a song about chaos, contradiction, and a world that felt like it was spinning out of control.
There is a question that must be asked plainly, boldly, and without apology: When Broward closes schools and opens the door to “affordable housing,” who exactly is it affordable for?
But too many of our Black political candidates and others as well are standing still, clinging to old maps, old messengers, and old mindsets while the people they claim to represent have already moved on.
It is the slow, steady erosion of the Black vote. And the question before us is simple: Will we be engaged… or will we be erased?
That is what unchecked power looks like. And we are living inside it.
I remember the song by OutKast BoB— bombs over Baghdad, tensions with Iran, instability in the Middle East as if the danger is always somewhere else. Yet right here at home, while we’re holding primary elections, voter suppression and disenfranchisement are moving with precision. The strategy no longer feels like winning votes it feels like stopping them.
As a nation, we are once again compelled to ask a troubling question: how low can Donald Trump go?
As we embark upon another celebration of Black History, it is both fitting and necessary to pause and reflect on a living chapter of that history, the Westside Gazette, now marking 55 years of continuous service to our community.
As we step away from the celebration of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday and step into Black History Month, we are reminded that honoring our greatness is not confined to a single day or moment.