As we begin Black History Month (which we should be celebrating 365 days a year anyway, but that’s another story), let us begin to think critically, not just about Critical Race Theory (CRT), but about the unspoken theory of ‘Black Lives don’t matter anyhow’.
Browsing: A Message from The Publisher
We ring the bell for freedom, democracy, and majority rule. We sound the clarion call for freedom fighters as we urge Floridians to reach out to Mr. Ben Frazier and the Northside Coalition and pledge support to a campaign to make Governor Ron DeSantis accountable. We also ask lovers of freedom to call the offices of Senators Marco Rubio and Rick Scott and demand they vote for the John Lewis Voting Rights Act and the Freedom to Vote Act. These three public servants, who have become “three blind mice” to equality for all, must be made accountable now.
A New Year’s Resolution that we all can gain from
Merry Christmas to all and COVID can’t stop that.
What makes every day mishaps seem so insurmountable during the holidays? It seems as if the ‘asks’ from those who take your kindness for weakness are compounded by agitations of feeling that you are being taken for granted.
I became acquainted with the Groveland Four after State Representative Bobby Dubose created ‘A Walk Through History’. Representative Dubose, after being inspired “by God one night” created an activity to share the Groveland Four story.
Here is a story about how truth, lies and deception played out in a man’s life from pain to freedom. Just like this painful situation we partake in hurt and cruelty in this life of a pandemic, political trickery, systemic racism just to name a few orchestrated plots to destroy.
While shining my shoes, I discovered that they were shiny on the surface; however, a closer examination revealed some crud in the cracks, frayed laces and deep scuff marks that took away from the shine.
As I was listening to a radio commercial this morning about lactose intolerance, I was thinking if there was a cure for different people’s intolerance.
If you, like me during your travels, run across a lot of different people in all kinds of circumstances, and if you have a building in the city or the hood, nine times out of 10 your building will be a resting place for the homeless and the downtrodden. My daddy told us to always have our door open because we never know when somebody will be in need.