Celebrating Our Differences
Are we free yet? Whose country is this? In this country, people vote for all sorts of reasons. Voting is visceral. Voting is intellectual. Voting is protest, praise, and remembrance. In this country, we all get to choose to vote…or do we? Throughout our collective history, voting…
Here it is, 2022. I never thought I would be compelled out of my middle-age pandemic stupor to revisit issues I lived through in the 1960s and stare them squarely in the face today. I grew up at a time when info about African Americans was relegated to…
Well, it is that time again—the season where you see all the political TV ads and yard signs. Receive phone calls and canvassing for candidates in various elections, all vying for your VOTE. YES… It’s Election Time! For many, this season is just another time filled with campaign…
Photo by Tom Barrett on Unsplash “Vote for me! I’ll set you free.” The Temptation’s hit song, Ball of Confusion, led the music charts in 1970. Fifty-two years ago, the United States and especially black communities attempted to make sense of the Viet Nam War, riots and…
For all its faults and problems, until the last six years, this country, the United States of America, held elections where most people could vote if they wished to. There have been, and probably continue to be, pockets of problems where voting was made difficult by those…
By Susan D. Peters The election for president of the United States will take place in 2024. In addition, there will be city, state, and local elections leading up to 2024. As a Baby Boomer, born between 1946 and 1964, I was raised during the Civil Rights movement….
When I was little, voting was talked about by the adults in my Sheffield, AL family and their friends. Their big concern was helping others get around the barriers that were blocking their ability to vote. In our county, Blacks made up less than fifteen percent of the…
One of my besties queried, “What happened to you? You turned 72, and now you are bursting with creativity – a magazine, a blog, and now jewelry! My answer – “I don’t know!” I’m just going with what I feel; at this moment, I feel like flowing in…
The Art of Dreaming. My mother used to refer to me as the dreamer. I would dream both awake and asleep. I could find images in the cloud’s food nature. Even looking into the face of another. It sometimes got me in trouble. Especially school when…
By Dr. Robert V Gerard When I was in the 5th grade, our social studies teacher, Ms. Kirschner, asked the class to vote on the best book to read from the class’s bookshelf. She wanted us to show the class the importance of voting, the consequences,…