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My Journey Into Being Woke: 10 Critical Race Student's Final Exam Responses

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  Student 1 My journey to becoming woke is a story filled with internal conflict, a racial tug-of- war on who I am as a person. Born to my white mother and black father I never really had a sense of who I was racially. I spent the majority of my childhood bouncing from house to house as a result of poor money and even worse money management. My parents split when I was very young, setting the racial tug-of-war into motion. From the moment my parents split I began to spend the week with my mom in various homes in suburban neighborhoods and the weekends with my father in his childhood home, smack dab in the middle of the ghetto. Things only became more complicated when I enrolled in a private school education. I would spend the weekend with my father, playing with my black friends in the neighborhood and learning about their lifestyles in the process. Then I would go back to my mom’s and be surrounded by my white friends and teachers, sticking out like a sore thumb. I was pe

And No I did not forget -A poem for Denise

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How could I, I mean it is that moment in time when I recall where I was just a few months ago lost, trapped in that place, in that yesterday seems like it was forever but it was just then that you appeared, you walked or floated or just bam the light shined, the sky cleared, and you were there. I call you sunshine because you brought light into my dim world  I had my joy, but I walked alone, I had no one to share that joy with I wondered and wandered and questioned if this was it, if this was all yet I walked, I talked, I sought, and I asked -where shall I find what I seek I stopped looking, I stopped wandering, I stopped wondering and I looked up the sky was clear, the words were dear, the conversation floated into my very soul we talked with each other, we talked to each other, we listened as we walked a new path there in the desert an oasis appeared, water for quenched souls, laughter and banter solace and understanding, being and something, light and blessings spiritual connections

Denise's resesrch plan

 1. Rearrange your day.. a. Start off with 30 minutes prayer and spiritual uplift b. 2 hours on dissertation  c. Start your day. Questions. 1. What is the subject of your research 2. Who does your research center on  3. Why is this group and research important 4. How are you going to accomplish this Intro. The population of the United Ststes is aging at an incredible rate.  Today, those xx and older constitute .....% of our population.  Women make up xx%.  The Racial breakdown is whites xx, Black xx, Hispanic xx and Asian xx.  Over the next 20 years, these numbers are expected to continually rise with the aging population growing xx%.  The fastest growing aging population will be xxx%, followed by xxxxx.  While we know a lot about the overall white aging population, less is known about the situation faced by xxxx(your target group).  For this reason, i set out to explore this group specifically as it relates to xxxx.

Everything's Gonna Be Alright

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We spend a lot of time talking about, being frustrated with, and frantically in pursuit of it...yet..it too is all around us. I wonder if we would just be still, non-judgmentally accepting would we allow it to find us. Perhaps it's our very pursuit of love that makes it so unattainable, perhaps it's our very domineeringly dogmatic ways that makes it so elusive, perhaps it's our persistently myopic notions regarding it that makes it unknowable, perhaps it's our unwillingness to for once not be so self-absorbed....perhaps if we just relax and let go, exist and coexist, and seek to exist free within the cosmic scheme of everything...then perhaps love will find us...Oh, yes..and sometimes just look up..This was there to greet me this brand-new day...Everything's Gonna Be Alright    Some folks just can't stand for you to stand. So in spite of the insanity, in spite of the rejection, and in spite of what your frenemies would have you believe...damn skippy..."Ever

Family is forever

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When everything is said and done, when all has come and gone, remember that family is forever..No matter how many mistakes or accomplishments, good days or bad -family is forever.  When times are tough, when you cannot see your way out -remember that family is forever.

The Bone Doctor’s Concerto: Music, Surgery, and the Pieces in Between

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  The Bone Doctor’s Concerto: Music, Surgery, and the Pieces in Between By Alvin H. Crawford, MD     What lies between Music and Surgery -well if it is Dr. Alvin H. Crawford nothing but sheer unadulterated, and extraordinary genius.  Alvin H. Crawford takes us on his journey to fame and  glory.  A journey that starts in a segregated community, built by slaves after the Civil war. Growing up in Orange Mound (in Memphis, Tennessee), Dr. Crawford would traverse the globe, reach the epitome of what a surgeon could be, and achieve a kind of stardom rarely reached by any.  He credit’s the meteoric rise to “a nurturing environment, education, God-given talents, a supportive family and community, multiracial connections and just plain luck”.  I would add rugged determination, avid faith, a dream that would not die, and the fortitude of the ancients.  Dr. Alvin H. Crawford is a national treasure, a beacon of hope, and a testament to what can happen when the planets align with God’s plan and you

Three Kinds of Mothers

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    For some having a great mother comes with family, for me having so many great women who served as mothers was quite remarkable. So not only did I have a great mother, I had several mothers who were great. And while my own mother, and so many of these other outstanding women have gone on to Glory, I yet have several memories of these amazing women who demonstrated courage, stamina, a desire for a better world, and pure goodness. These women, strong in their own identity, not only demonstrated the value of lives well lived, but also the importance of being spiritually centered, dynamically focused, and unequivocally feminine. These women taught me not only how to love but when to love. They demonstrated, through simple lives, that one need not compromise principles to exist, that one did not have to sacrifice self to be humble, and that one did not have to walk over others to gain respect. No – they walked out their faith though paths laden with both frustration and