My many readings about my my heritage... my people . . .

A Social History of The American Negro
Author: Benjamin Brawley
1921

Excerpt:
Back on the shore a gray figure with strained gaze watched the ship fade away—an old woman sadly typical of the great African mother. With her vision she better than any one else perceived the meaning of it all. The men with hard faces who came to buy and sell might deceive others, but not her. In a great vague way she felt that something wrong had attacked the very heart of her people. She saw men wild with the whiskey of the Christian nations commit crimes undreamed of before. She did not like the coast towns; the girl who went thither came not home again, and a young man was lost to all that Africa held dear. In course of time she saw every native craft despised, and instead of the fabric that her own fingers wove--- her children yearned for the tinsel and the gewgaws of the trader. She cursed this man, and she called upon all her spirits to banish the evil. But when at last all was of no avail—when the strongest youth or the dearest maiden had gone—she went back to her hut and ate her heart out in the darkness. She wept for her children and would not be comforted because they were not

My life today.....

:) This is how I feel today

In the midst of it all LORD !




A little Mammie-Fired Up.... wouldn't you say !! ?? !!!

I found hope for today.....

If we do not believe it is possible to live in peace, it will not happen.

If we do not believe it is possible to heal our planet, it will not be healed.

If we do not believe it is possible to create a world of respect and kindness, it will not one day exist.

"It is better to believe than to disbelieve; in so doing you bring everything to the realm of possibility."


~ Albert Einstein


I was re-reading old file documents.... cleaning and rearranging my workplace computer..... it's theraputic (as in re-organizing my life!)
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http://goodnessgraciousness.blogspot.com/search/label/Mind%20Body%20Spirit

Do you want to know what's buggin' me?

That monstros-city (fun spelling) of an Oil Spill in the Gulf... Day 37 of something... LA, GA, MS.... geeeeesssssh.... daily reading of the Wall Street Journal.....


There's a need in me... to be green..... just as much as I know myself to be black.