From South Central to Ferguson
I remember watching our city burn. I remember seeing fires in every direction, gunshots cracking in the night, sirens blazing … Continue reading From South Central to Ferguson
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A Whiter Shade of Pale (Part 2)
I used to teach high school math a few years back. It was just a part-time gig and didn’t pay … Continue reading A Whiter Shade of Pale (Part 2)
A Whiter Shade of Pale (Part 1)
No one can ever really walk a mile in another man’s shoes, and skin color has very little to do … Continue reading A Whiter Shade of Pale (Part 1)
Walking Among the Dead
Just down the road from my house lies an old cemetery, many of whose “residents” were once slaves. It is … Continue reading Walking Among the Dead
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