4get THE BUS❗️ kindasorta :))


“Until the lions have their own historians, the history of the hunt will always glorify the hunter.” African Proverb


2005 Some of My AfAm Sheroes Passed Away 2022 Dedicated to Our Young Sheroes

HERstory Month: Songs to UNsung Sheroes

Reblogged 5.24.2022 for Episcopal Divinity School at Union/Church of the Heavenly Rest Pilgrimage to Atlanta/Selma/Montgomery May 22-25

Reblogged august 23 2022 in memory of Emmett Till

Shirley Anita St. Hill Chisholm 30nov1924 – 1jan

Mary Winston Jackson 9apr1921 – 11feb

Constance Baker Motley 14sept1921 – 28sept

Cynthia (C.) Delores Nottage Tucker 4oct1927 -12oct

Rosa Louise McCauley Parks 14feb1914 – 24oct

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29oct2005. Memorial Service. St Paul’s AME Church 706 E Patton Ave Mgy AL
i really don’t rembr seeing Mrs Parks. i rembr our patiently winding line of mourners. i rembr chatting w/a couple standing near us. their son was yrs younger than 24 yr old evan. they were such a nice young family. we exchanged fon nmbrs.

while looking at the bus (i do not rembr: was it “the” bus?) i heard helicopters circling overhead.
i saw the marksmen perched on the rooftop of a bldg in the old normandale shopping center.
a chill ran down my spine–reminiscent of ATL in the 70s.

we watched the regal cicely tyson being helped up the concrete walkway into the church. condoleezza rice later spoke.

but i don’t rembr MrsParks. i probably didn’t look at her.
i just needed to BE near her.
and for evan 2 b there. w/me.

and standing in that line MyUniverse began another silent shift. and the process of accepting the baton that’s been passing to me since 27feb1952 escalated. and jumped into hyperspeed on my EARTHday. my 70th. 27feb2022. amen

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Ukuthula/UBUNTU

wed 16mar2022 8a dst mgy rembr…G is, as G can only BE. GOOD

If I didn’t define myself, I would be crunched into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive. audre lorde