Working for one’s own benefit is not work at all.
Black skin was filled with so many barriers, so many restrictions, so many.
While I was asking God to change me, he was utilising what he was born with to conquer all things.
No, worse, the one that fights members of its own army: dark-skinned against light-skinned, uppity against inner city, good hair against bad hair;.
The shocking death of a loved one isn’t a wailing thing. The real shudder comes from the world moving on as if nothing’s happened. Shops flip their Closed signs to Open, patrons gather at the theaters and soda shops, and people dare smile at things that make them happy, while those left in the ruins find joy in nothing.
No revolutionary cared so much how they were seen within the flawed world. They only cared for repairing it.
June 1, 1921, idyllic, prosperous, exceptional Greenwood was looted and burned by white rioters. In a span of fewer than twenty-four hours, thirty-five city blocks were charred, over eight hundred people were treated for injuries, and historians have estimated that somewhere between one hundred and three hundred lives were lost.