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First off,

Thank You for clicking the link to visit my blog. More importantly, thank you for caring enough to join me on this journey of enlightenment on issues of race, gender, sexuality, and identity for Black History Month 2016: Black Lives, Black Space, and Black Memory.

Brief History:

Last year, I started a new personal tradition of a themed Black History Month to prevent random google searches on “notable Black people” because African-American history is deeper than Google analytics and top results. In 2015, I focused on Black Women in various forms of life: actors/actresses, teachers, athletes, authors, presidents, and much more. It is not because African American women are not excelling enough to be known, but that African American women are not appreciated enough by society when they do excel. I learned A LOT during this month, in addition to reading Johnnetta B. Cole’s, Conversations: Straight Talk with America’s Sister President   – this is a powerful book by the way. I shifted many of my views and became more cognizant of misogynistic, chauvinistic and patriarchal images and structures throughout society. With this open mind, I better understood the challenges of African American women globally, but there is so much more to learn in that arena.

During 2015, I was also redirecting my research interest into Anthropology, which is another reason I read Cole. However, I focused on contemporary Black Trauma and Memory throughout the United States. Studying memory in Eastern Europe was incredible. The appreciation of history, narratives, culture, and the formation of memory was off the charts. And the access to top scholars in this field made me a better thinker, researcher, and scholar in my field. I do not know if it was because I was in the CEU  bubble or that living in Hungry, a country with a relatively recent regime change, just created more awareness of how history is told and preserved. I wish all American scholars, historians, and museum curators could all take a few tips from Eastern European preservation and memory programs/projects.Essentially, I began to research Black Spaces: schools, churches, parks, community centers, homes, bodies, and other traditional Black spaces that are slowly disappearing from the American landscape in an in-depth manner. I study how we, Black people, remember those spaces, and the trauma that emerges as a result of a loss. My current focus is solely on rural Black schools. As a City Planner, in training and practice, I am enamored by buildings, spaces, and how people, mainly Black people, interact with those spaces. It’s a lot, and I won’t bore you.

If you have made it past my ‘short’ research overview, Thanks, Again!

So, in response to my new found “STAY WOKE-NESS,” I wanted to share my research, my experience, and my appreciation of these spaces for Black History Month. It is also  no coincidence that the national theme (which I didn’t know existed until last week) is, Hallowed Grounds: Sites of African American Memories virtually the same thing. So, I will have a bit of research assistance.

Okay, now that we understand the history, what’s this year about?

Black Lives, Black Space, and Black Memory.

I will explore Black Lives in traditionally White and Black spaces from a historical perspective. Moreover, I will explore preservation and memories of such moments. This process is not going to be easy. I have NEVER blogged for 29 days straights; I have never consistently written on topics in a nuanced manner for 29 days straight. I am sure a reminder and push will be needed here and there because LIFE happens, but I am going to do it.

I remain committed. I don’t know the order. I don’t know the focus for each day, but I do have a list of areas that I must discuss during this 29 day period that many of you, the community that reads my stuff, suggested.

So, Feb. 2, 2016, we will dive in HEAD FIRST.

Again, THANK YOU for reading. Writing is so personal for me. However, these past three years, I have been encouraged to do it more, and it’s so damn freeing.


Submitted to the scholars,

In Leadership, Love, and Service





I don’t police my blackness. I refuse to live in the constant fear of the “white gaze” and what “they” may say or feel about me. I’ve lived long enough to understand that I will never measure up to someone else’s expectations, let alone my own. My personal reflexivity captures the heart of an English teacher with a red pen; I am a major critic.

Are not we all? My question of EXCELLENCE lies not in the opposing spectrum I face throughout this world or in the oppressive system that guides America’s democracy but in self, in God and truth.

I am that I am. Black. Excellent. Inextricably linked to the harsh reality of my past both historic and contemporarily.

I am Black.

That can’t be arrested. It’s too strong to be occupied or overtaken. It’s too liberal to be conservative and to free to enslave.

I am Black.

The epitome of the earth’s crust burgeoning out the remaining parts that collectively generate power; ugly at its core, beautiful in its birth and powerful in its living.

I am Black.


I won’t stray from my poetic construction of the British language that immigrated on the tongues of thieves. My language ebonically is native as a leaf from a Fall tree.

It’s the utterance of an innate reconstruction of what was lost, taken, eradicated and exterminated yet it still rises.

Through ‘incorrect’ conjugations, we utter questions from existentialism to Zionism gaining curiosity from the world. We’re Black.

The rhythmic flows that blossom from the anatomical structure gains pause but imitation is evanescent, yet it’s eternal. It’s the voice of our ancestral soul reminding us that I AM HERE.

To some, they’ll never understanding BEING, let alone, BEING BLACK. To many, they’ll despise the mental incapacity of their mind to think beyond their socially constructed lens that defines themselves for themselves.


I understand your gaze and interest in understanding my behavior, it is you who seeks to know yourself for you don’t understand SELF thus you seek identity through false attempts to define me, but you should LET ME BE. BECAUSE I AM and FOREVER WILL BE BLACK; I AM AN AMERICAN SOUL.

AND IF YOU LOOK in the mirror, your reflection is an attempt to capture and retain my American Identity.

I AM BLACK, and so art thee.


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