What Crosses My Mind

  • Philando Castile

    I recently told a friend of mine I have sometime wished I was black, and as the words left my mouth, the expression on his face indicated to me he was immediately offended. I knew I’d made a horrific presumption, and felt compelled to find him a little later on to continue our dialogue.  I…

  • On White Privilege

    I was pissed today, they didn’t get it, instead, they threw it away, opportunity, look around the room, everyone has a set of eyes, focus on the corneas, nothing else, notice the tear ducts, they exist, Everything else is added baggage, meant to confuse and display, every wonder why? The eyes? I stood outside in…

  • On Racism, Schools & Awareness

    Whenever an act of racism occurs in my community, or in the world around me, I never know quite how to respond. My natural reaction is to be appalled and disappointed, then fear settles in, then uneasiness, followed by confusion. My gut tells me I want to figure out who to blame first, and then…

  • I Turned Off The News

      Yesterday, I made a conscious decision to turn off the news. Having watched the now ‘idle’ banter of prognosticators and candidates for the last year, the outcome in hand, I wasn’t excited about hearing any theory, any ‘told you so’ antics, or any patronage from the winning side of an ugly defeat. I told…

  • This Hatred Is Still Real

    There in the quiet, when we all settle in to our own reality, a memorial stands free, meant to celebrate a young boy, there is a mindset exists in the world around us, we sometimes allow ourselves to forget about morality. I’m not talking about you, not speaking about me, I haven’t any idea really,…

  • When Childhood Seemed Innocent

    We would play, for hours in May, anticipating the summer day, those opportunities ahead that contained no worries, no stress, no school remained.   I remember our time spent on the court the roundball, and later building a fort we camped in the woods across the fields, we lived for all the beauty that nature…

  • Let My Tears Remain

    Please do not offer me solace, help me forget the pain I feel, imagine a different world too soon, in order to find a peace we all …   We’re crying I hope, I would like to imagine every household, each quiet ride in a commute, listening to reality rather than fiction, I would wish…

  • While Understanding Matters

    In speaking out loud, one suggested, there is little that matters, mixing paint, the blend is a natural course of a process, one that’s surely been in place, long before our own, personal reaction. We sometimes play with dye, adjusting colors for our own benefit, philosophy, comfort zone. For when the artist, will display their…

  • Race Dialogue Matters

    Hear that, disparaging commentary, confront it today, walk away tomorrow, tonight, every day we hear something, close eyes, and imagine a beautiful sunrise, anything to move me, my mind, my attitude, my conscience, elsewhere. If we don’t talk about it, maybe it doesn’t matter as much, well, as much as, in a manner of speaking,…

  • Supremacy Court

    Decisions seem beyond the concept of reality, or perhaps we speak of truth, our society, the world we seem to trust and find faith, is simply lost inside a hypocrisy. We are a country with mixed messages, mixed races, mixed emotions, all drawn together by the masses, those that seemingly decide our future based upon…