African American in exile in Africa. Searching for world's best habesha restaurant.Woman w/ a brain who isn't afraid to use it. Journalist/Media Tech Designer.
Why couldn't we have done more when Darfurians were fighting to defend themselves against the evil janjaweed?Instead, many of us said and did nothing.Or, worse, North #Sudan-ese men were sent to fight in the SAF alongside the janjaweed against the dark-skinned "southerners".Now..
@elonmusk honey, this country was built on slavery--the biggest example of greed and getting something for nothing there has been in world history. The mentality you refer to is not new.
That’s the part people keep dancing around. Fake passports aren’t usually for convenience they’re for moving people, money, or avoiding scrutiny across borders.
I’m not saying that’s definitely what it was for, but it’s a fair question. Why would someone like Epstein need multiple identities unless there was something bigger being hidden? And if it wasn’t trafficking, then what exactly were these systems protecting him from?
26 years ago, April 24 1999, over 20,000 people marched in San Francisco, and the ILWU shut down all West Coast ports, to call for the freedom of Mumia Abu-Jamal. The demonstration was planned on Mumia's 45th birthday. Today he turned 71 years old, and is remains imprisoned
@leftinthebay I was a student at uc berkeley then. i was arrested with hundreds of others that day; and later released. i thought about this as i prepared for my participation in this december's march for mumia 26 years later with grey in my hair. this cruelty must end.
Scenes from the last 3 miles of the 103-mile long march for Mumia Abu-Jamal, from Philly to the door of the cage that has held him for 44 years and is trying to kill him through medical neglect.
Empty the prisons, from occupied Palestine to Pennsylvania.
https://t.co/bLRqVq6dg5
My father once told me the secret to a happy marriage.
“Stay out of the kitchen. Let her handle the holidays.”
I was 19. He was in his recliner.
My mother was cooking for 14 people.
She’d been up since 5 AM.
He’d been up since the football pregame.
I didn’t think anything of it.
That’s just how it was.
Fast forward 20 years.
I’m in the recliner.
My wife is in the kitchen.
She’s been up since 5 AM.
I’ve been up since the pregame.
My daughter walks by and I see her watching.
Not the TV.
Her mother.
Then me.
Then her mother again.
That’s when it hit me:
She’s taking notes.
My father taught me that holidays were for men to rest and women to work.
He didn’t say it.
He showed it.
Every Thanksgiving.
Every Christmas.
Every Easter.
The recliner passed from him to me like an inheritance I never asked for.
This morning I woke up at 4 AM.
Not for content.
For the turkey.
My wife found me in the kitchen at 6.
She didn’t say anything.
She just stood there.
Then she cried.
Your kids are taking notes.
Not on what you say.
On where you sit.
The recliner is an inheritance.
Be the generation that stands up.