Broad Daylight Demons (a poem)

a Black man has been slaughtered, again

shot like a dog, in front of family

did you see? it was broadcast

to millions of eyeballs

he suffered from bipolar

a disorder i share with this

now-deceased man

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On Racism and Growing up in the American South

Growing up in the South, you learn from an early age about racism. Our public schools taught from books that The Daughters of the Confederacy bought for schools. Eventually, we read books that actually told some truth.

I remember reading about the Civil Rights movement and its leaders.  I remember learning details about Martin Luther King, Jr.  I remember feeling shame to know he was assassinated in my home state of Tennessee.

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Coping with Uncertainty

We’re living in dangerous times. Some people (like my girlfriend) seem to be able to cope with it better than me. For me, though, a lot of the things going on in the world have me feeling very on edge.

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Equality (a poem)

Who said this was the Land of the Free?

They must’ve been joking, because since them days,

there have been slaves, and even when the chains

broke, the Klan came from dark woods in hoods

and burned crosses – fires crackling in fields,

reflecting in frightened eyes.

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Today’s quote – a reminder from James Baldwin on why history matters

“People are trapped in history and history is trapped in them.” – commonly attributed to James Baldwin. As the protests have continued lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about the importance of history. Some people are acting like Black Lives Matter has come out of nowhere, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

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Black Lives Matter in Philly (a photo)

Here’s a picture I took a couple of weeks ago while walking around Philly with Rachel and Nico. During our walks, we noticed several Black Lives Matter signs – some drawn on the sidewalk like this one, and others propped in the windows of houses.

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On Black Lives Matter, the protests, and why it’s time for me to listen up

To put it plainly, the past week or so has been insane. On top of the pandemic, a revolution has started in many major American cities, including Philadelphia (where I live in the suburbs). I support the fight against police brutality, but seeing the violence and chaos on the news has sent my mental health on a tailspin.

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