Archive | July, 2013

Humble Pie

20 Jul

“Don’t be alarmed,” the aged woman offered as she inched toward the music blasting from my driver’s side window.

I guess she noticed my eyes shift involuntarily to the spot where my purse laid nearby.

I chuckled, “I’m not scared,” as I glanced with impatience at the red blaring light on the busy street.
“Your face looks familiar,” she squinted. Continue reading

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Law & Disorder

18 Jul

Dang. Who can you trust when the lines between hero and bully, saint and sinner and savior and criminal blur?

In the Black community, it’s nothing new: Just like a record player scraping the exact same spot on a record, year after year, month after month, day after day, to no avail, the raw grating sound is no longer surprising.
The question simply becomes how to fix it?

Is it the worn record? Or the faulty player?

Is it Blacks that must act. . .hmmm. . .less menacing, suspicious and threatening? Or is it the job of society at large to no longer misconstrue Blacks as mere stereotypes, sound bites and “flashes” as Ryan Coogler suggests? Continue reading

Empty Your Pockets

12 Jul

Don’t worry: This isn’t a hold up or robbery. Instead consider it inventory control. Let’s see what’s hidden amongst the spare change, tufts of cotton and vacant gum wrappers in the seams of your life. What exactly do you have tucked away in the jeans of your existence? 

“I always had a dream that when I am asked to give an accounting of my life to a higher court, it will go like this: ‘So, empty your pockets. What have you got left of your life? Any dreams that were unfulfilled? Any unused talent that we gave you when you were born that you still have left? Any unsaid compliments or bits of love that you haven’t spread around?’

And I will answer: ‘I’ve got nothing to return. I spent everything you gave me. I’m as naked as the day I was born.'”

— Erma Bombeck Continue reading