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Tag Archives: death
The Accidental Activist – Rodney King (1965-2012)
In one of my Civil Rights History classes way back when, the professor explained why the NAACP very specifically took up the case of Rosa Parks as a means of challenging the Jim Crow era bus segregation laws. She had … Continue reading
The Jazz Journey
In the numbing haze in which I found myself on that fateful day in June 1996 when Mom died, I managed to focus while packing for the trip to L.A. to join my family on that which was most important: … Continue reading
A Graveyard Full of Ghosts – Part IV
Everyone started to look glazed over, the aftermath of too much good food and too much time in the sun. Reverend Altamont Smith made comments wishing the Hawk family well on their move to the Big City, with particular blessings … Continue reading
A Graveyard Full of Ghosts – Part III
I’m so tired of being alone I’m so tired of on-my-own Won’t you help me girl, just as soon as you can. . . Al Green joined them on the front porch as they slurped peach cobbler a la mode … Continue reading
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Tagged Afghanistan, black, death, fiction, first love, gay, Iraq, Religion, soldier
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But it’s not OK to snitch
Young black kids are killing and dying in the streets. Gun fire echoes on quiet nights, on busy streets, in daylight — bodies fall to the ground. Killers stand over the fallen triumphantly and pump in more and more. Then … Continue reading
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Tagged black, death, killings, rant, snitching, violence, young
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