Chapter One: The Setting In a dark, desolate corner of her empty house, Liz rests uneasily on her more than worn couch. Her brown hair is long and disheveled, showing evidence of days without a shower. Her elbow, frail like the rest of her malnourished body and wounded spirit, sits propped on the back of… Continue reading Nowhere to Go
"The areas of our country that are considered “ghettos” are actually government funded waste dumps. I can’t help but believe this is a deep vein connecting stereotypes, to racism, to police brutality, avoidable arrests, to failing school systems."
Racially driven hate crimes are constantly being justified by the excuse of fear.
A tiny state in a small corner of the country played an imminent role in breaking racial barriers. This goes to show anyone, anywhere, has the ability to evoke change.
I watched as my grandmother waded her dry, cracked feet in the pond. She sat hunched over, her thinning gray hair blowing gently in the calming wind. She was alone now for the first time in her adult life, left to her empty house and lonesome thoughts. Her baggy clothes were a sign of malnourishment,… Continue reading Withering Woman