It is still open season on Black people. But I can’t cry anymore. My tears do not dull my pain. They do not abate my sadness. They do not bring…
Category: Strategic Retention

The Value of a Life
I know that I am supposed to be grateful. I know that a conversation, long overdue, is finally beginning. I recognize that each step to inclusion and freedom is critical.…

Because of You
In 1965 John Lewis was spat upon for his and others’ attempt to walk across the Edmund Pettus Bridge to fight for voting rights for African Americans. At the bridge,…

I Cried the Other Night
I cried the other night. Not the great racking sobs of freedom, but the silent, gentle tears of momentary disbelief. The tears of progress that I had, unknowingly, been waiting…

Juneteenth
They knew. Yes, they knew, the owners of living souls. The owners of women and men, children and the elderly. People who laughed and cried, lived and, most assuredly, died.…

I am a Black Man. I have Scars on my Back.
by Tony Gilliard I am a Black Man. I have scars on my back; they are deep, they are blistering, they hurt, and they bleed the blood of my history,…