When the boy child was 5 years old, he called me ‘Blackie’ and proudly told me that his friend from school told him that ‘Blackie’ was another word for Black people. To say I was shocked, upset, angry was an understatement. That moment, that time the boy child called my a racial slur, was my awakening. Aside from the racial […]
Black love is resistance, it is a fist in the air, it is the power of convictions, it is striving towards change, it is people who dedicate themselves to their community, it is unapologetic in its blackness.