June 19, 2021

There was no better way to celebrate such a day. The Mobb got to gather again. This time to celebrate the Egbe union. A beautifully LIT four days we spent! We celebrated LOVE & FREEDOM!

I came across the trailer for this while scrolling on social media & I have to share!

This documentary shares the "story of a radical movement that sought to end heroin addiction in communities of color with acupuncture, led by Dr. Mutulu Shakur..."

Reminded me of why I do the work I do. Thank you to my guides who keep me grounded.

I didn’t understand all your decisions. But I always knew you wanted the best for me. Early lessons in “doing the best you can” left questions and sometimes hostility, but overall gratitude.

I applaud you for always doing your best. It’s offered me memories of fun, memories of responsibility, memories of what it means to be a Black Woman in the land of the ugly. Strength, Magic, Softness, Beauty, Confusion, Composure.

I once heard in a story that you can tell the health of a community by the health of its children. I don’t remember the details of the story, but I certainly remember the line where the person asks, “Are the children well?” This line has stuck with me for years and continues to anchor me in the work I do as an educator. 

Yesterday, I went to the funeral of a young man I used to teach. It was the first time I had been to a funeral of a student. Unfortunately, it was not the first time hearing of a Black child losing their life too soon. 

So when I come back to this question of whether the children are well, the answer saddens me. I fear the realities our youth are subjected to. I fear the indoctrination they receive in these mega schools. I fear for the physical, mental, and spiritual health of our babies. 

That’s why they created money. That’s why they erased your history from memory. That’s why they denounce your traditions.