Renaissance of Black Love: An Essay

The moon and its effervescent cast of twinkling stars were a worthy companion as I burned the midnight oil. A shea butter-scented candle burned softly in the background. Its luminous flame danced and flickered amongst the darkness as I examined my thoughts. Mmm, the scent it produced was refined, yet alluring. The mood had been set to convey what needed to be said. Black Woman, may I? I know you’ve heard it all before; empty words have only added credence to the pain and betrayal. I understand, believe me, I do.

Systemic trauma wounded our love. The oppressor still seeks to contaminate and destroy our families. Despite our history, we’ve forged ahead through the mire. Our resilience validates the strength passed down to us by our ancestors. Today, now more than ever, we need each other. Our souls will never know peace until we’re restored.

You’re tired, I can see it in your eyes. You’ve cried in the darkness. You’ve yearned for our love, support, and protection. Your grace is as the day is long. How have we repaid you? With scraps? With broken promises? We’ve betrayed you with our incautious deeds and lack of consideration. We’ve harmed you with our words. You’ve never deserved this. We fuss, fight, and drift further apart. Like a ship without a sail in search of dry land, we’re lost without you. The promised land will remain hidden if we continue to forsake you. There are no streets of gold without you by our side. To sin against thee is to sin against ourselves. The war between us must end. On the battlefield of love, there are only casualties.

Queen, you deserve nothing short of our best. It’s our duty to protect you with our lives. We must honor you with every ounce of our being. We must lift you and support your dreams just as you’ve supported ours. Those who wish to abuse you and profit from your pain must be canceled and dealt with appropriately.

The next generation of men must learn from our mistakes. A renaissance of Black love is needed. Black love is life. Black love is healing. Black love is everything.

Black First: An Essay

The magic and brilliance of Blackness are often overlooked and cast to the side. It will never be seen as the crime against humanity that it is. It’s unfortunate yet expected. I often wonder what it was like to live during the civil rights era— the era of Dr. King, Malcom X, Medgar Evers, Assata Shakur, Fred Hampton, and others who believed in the liberation of Black people. I would be remiss if I did not say that this is our time in history to make a stand. Political violence has always been an inescapable aspect of the Black experience. It’s been there since the beginning. While I don’t condone violence of any kind, it’s often been brought to the doorstep of Black people throughout American history. It is neither wise nor honorable to be ignorant of the past. Historical context is paramount. White supremacist ideas have always and continue to be a danger to Black society. There is nothing new under the sun in America. The sanitization of White supremacy and its relics is an open assault on the livelihood and well-being of my people.

Recent events in America have highlighted an ever-growing divide. The war of words and ideas has spilled into the streets. The talk of race wars and reckless instigation from the current Administration has only elevated the temperature. They’ve made a martyr out of someone who furthered this divide. Indifference does not mean endorsement, just as death does not erase the ills in one’s life. It would appear that blind allegiance to the misinterpretations of American Christianity has led many to show grace to a white supremacist and his cause. These same people have looked the other way when confronted with anti-Black hate crimes and the atrocities in Gaza. This is the same religion that those who propagate hate used and continue to use to justify chattel slavery, intolerance, and genocide, including the assault on democracy today. I’m careful not to indict the faith as a whole, although I personally feel it has created more conflict between us than it has ever solved.

Threats were illogically levied against HBCUs when the perpetrator didn’t align with their agenda. Those in power, under the veil of faux spirituality, would rather push for statues, unhinged forced mourning, and a national day of remembrance for someone who believed I was better off enslaved instead of bringing the country together. I will not utter his name in this composition. They chose to memorialize a bigot in the name of the Lord, who made it clear he believed Black people should be at the bottom of the social and economic order. His crass words regarding the intelligence of Black women are unforgivable as they are simply untrue. His words resonated with many across this nation, many of whom believe they are Christians. Where are their morals? Where is this love of Jesus they mindlessly espouse, yet do not extend? This is America. This has always been America for Black people.

Despite all we’ve faced and continue to face in this country, we still rise to the occasion every day. The love of self and each other is needed now more than ever. For the sake of our children and those who will come after us, we must continue to move forward, intentionally confronting the issues that plague our society. Being Black first doesn’t mean other lives aren’t valuable as well. With each careful step, we’re creating history. The generations after us will judge us for the actions we take today. Choosing to make a difference in the face of mounting opposition is what makes us special. We’re resilient, strong, and proud. The fight for justice and equality continues.

Not Easily Broken: An Essay

My eyes began to adjust to the darkness as I closed my laptop. I’d struggled to string together a few meaningful sentences. Damn, I’d been sucked into the abyss again. The block reared its ugly head, seeking to devour my creativity. For days, I’d barely touched my manuscript. I’d write a few words and close the computer, wondering where my energy had gone. The darkness reminded me of time wasted despite my sincere attempts to be productive.

I dragged myself to bed as the guilt taunted and prodded me. I wondered if I’d ever finish the story that has taken residence on my hard drive. “It shouldn’t be this difficult,” I mumbled under my breath. It shouldn’t be, but it is: this is the writer’s paradox. The struggling writers trope felt more like prophecy.

How can you write an impactful story when you’re reminded daily of an evil system that’s hell bent on disrupting the lives of your people? It’s difficult to plead ignorance and look the other way when things like the Voting Rights Act of 1965 are in the crosshairs of the Supreme Court. Those in power seek to make us more vulnerable.

Women’s rights are being violated by the day. Distressing thoughts of my daughter’s future in a world run by white men armed with ill intentions, deep hatred, and entitlement have taken up space in the back of my mind. They curate harmful legislation in the name of God. Misguided by their insatiable egos, their appetite for human suffering is sacrilegious. What kind of God relishes in the misfortune of the underserved? Their empty souls use religion to justify their ambitions. It’s theatre at best.

These are my musings. As a man who is deeply connected to his soul, I find solace in honesty and deep introspection. Each day is a new opportunity to push forward. We can’t always control what happens around us, but we can certainly choose how we’ll respond.

Soul Talks: An Essay

Rocks crumbled beneath my feet with each careful step I took along the edge of the desert trail. Evening walks at the base of mountains never get old. I’m one with my soul in these moments, I can hear my innermost thoughts more clearly as birds of prey fly in unique patterns above. In the distance, I was drawn to a young coyote playing near a tall cactus that leaned ever so slightly to the right. Perfection doesn’t exist in nature, yet its natural, undisturbed beauty is self-evident. The sun began slowly descending behind the peak. While taking in the picturesque view of the sun-scorched landscape, I felt a calmness descend over me. This place is special. Nature is one of life’s illustrious teachers. The birds and other animals rarely appeared stressed and bogged down with the cares of this life. I know we’re complex creatures with commitments and complicated social dynamics, but I can appreciate the simplicity of their lives.

Over the past few months, I’d been feeling heavy. People I love have been personally affected by the unconstitutional DOGE cuts. Consistent and ever-present chaos affected my mood as this regime has disproportionately attacked my people. While Black people have never been a priority in America, what we’re seeing today is openly disgusting. I’ve always been a champion of protecting peace, yet I realized I hadn’t taken my own advice.

Prioritizing our mental health is a personal decision, one that is made each day. It must be an intentional decision. We should be aware of what’s happening around the nation and the world at large, but it shouldn’t be at the expense of our health. The effects of not protecting my peace manifested in interesting ways. Writing had become difficult. I’m in the process of writing my 4th novel, which comes with its own set of challenges. The pages of my story were collecting dust for a while: Slowing down and silencing the noise in life is an act of self-love. We must give ourselves a chance to be present without strings attached. Productivity can wait. Our spirit needs to be recharged often.

Rest is something I’ve been doing more of. Living in the moment has taught me the importance of giving myself grace. I don’t engage with things and people that do not bring me peace. This personal decision has reaped bountiful benefits in my life. I encourage you to do more of what makes your soul happy. Stay aware, but don’t let it consume you. Prioritize rest and silence when you can. Put energy into what brings you the most joy. Life, even with its complexities and challenges, is beautiful with the correct perspective. Perspective is truly everything. Always remember to make yourself a priority. May the next half of this year be the best yet.

Power to the People: An Essay

King cotton made many rich as they violently exploited and used our bodies to fuel the American economy. We built this nation. They’d rather burn books and indulge in revisionist history than make atonement. History speaks for itself and it tells a damning story. America’s cold shoulder and unwillingness to right its wrongs is not only disgustingly arrogant and cowardly, but sinful by their own accord. They conveniently use the bible and faux Christian values to commit psychological warfare and crimes against humanity. It’s one of the oldest tricks in the book.

Cowardly attacks on our institutions and establishments have ramped up as white supremacy seeks to devour everything and everyone it deems unworthy. Diversity, equity, and inclusion initiatives have dried up across the nation. The Trump administration is pushing this merit narrative. There is no real merit system in this country. Our kakistocratic government is all the proof you need. Many in leadership haven’t earned a damn thing. The Signal group chat fiasco is a prime example of how gross incompetence in critical roles can have material consequences.

Is America great? If you ask white America at large, many will tout its greatness. I’ve encountered a few people who see nothing wrong with what’s happening in the country. The constitutional crisis many legal scholars have hinted at is here as the Trump administration defies the courts. I don’t know if it’s delusion or willful ignorance, either way it’s fucked up. There is certainly an undeniable crisis of character here in the United States. Many Americans are unhinged, uncultivated, vile, racist, and grossly entitled. When Trump, a felon, racist insurrectionist, was elected again, it told me everything I already knew. America doesn’t give a damn about real progression. Our allies have distanced themselves from us. Unnecessary trade wars and threats of imperialistic campaigns are just the tip of the iceberg. Black people have always been hip to the charade. America pretends to be a pillar of justice and strength while eating its own. Many are now in the find out stage.

My father texted me a few months ago to express his thoughts on the election. As a hopeless optimist, he passionately lectured me about the resolve of the American people despite the daunting terrain ahead. In his eyes, all things could be overcome, including another disastrous four years of Trump. While I can certainly appreciate where he was coming from, perhaps pessimism has clouded the lens through which I view the world. I’m still angry about November.

Those who hate Black people and other minority groups are unwilling to see the proverbial red dot on their heads through the political theatrics and smoke screens. The effects of bad politics have downstream consequences. In an oligarchy, everyone outside of the elite is targeted. Voting has consequences, and many are learning this the hard way as civil rights are beginning to be openly attacked and rolled back.

In closing, many of us understand the gravity of the times. Silence is not an option. We must protect our interests, institutions, and rights with our voices. Each one of us has the power to effect change, even if it doesn’t feel that way right now. Learn how laws and bills are passed. Knowledge is power. I know we’ve been fighting all our lives, and it’s exhausting. We can’t give up or give in because that’s what they want. Your peace of mind and health are of the utmost importance. Keep your head up, remain watchful, get involved peacefully, and vote.

We Shall Not Be Moved: An Essay

January felt like the longest month of my life. Although that’s hyperbole, it’s legitimately how I feel. The events of the last two weeks have been unprecedented. The open attack on democracy couldn’t be clearer. Our elected officials appear to stand by idly as the President manically dismantles, disrupts, and destroys the legislative, judicial, and executive branches of Government. With the recent unlawful firings of inspector generals, ladies and gentlemen his uncultivated revenge tour has officially commenced. We’re in dangerous territory make no mistake about it. In addition to his negligent incompetence, he’s used a tragedy to disparage diversity by blaming DEI for the tragic accident involving a United States Army Blackhawk and an American Eagle CRJ operating as flight 5342. The cabinet of the unqualified have made their unsystematic desire to conquer and divide known.

Black people, we know what it means to be resilient. We didn’t make it this far without our community, faith, and an unrelenting desire to rise above the ails of white supremacy. This monster is not unfamiliar to us. This sickness wishes to erode our psyche and pound us into submission, but as our ancestors once said, we shall not be moved. As the nation continues to openly ignore our achievements and the impact we’ve made on this nation, we must never forget ourselves. This coordinated attack only emphasizes our greatness. Let them attempt to cancel Black History Month, but let it be known, that every day is a celebration of Black excellence.

But how do we cope and maintain our mental health as the nation appears to be falling apart at the seams? How do we continue to relish in our strength when the weight of the world sits atop our shoulders? How do we continue to live amongst those who’ve made it abundantly clear we’re not worth a damn? These are the questions I’ve often asked myself.

We move forward in strength by choosing not to give in to their ignorance. Now more than ever we must protect our peace. This has been my theme for 2025. I know these burdens feel daunting. Some days we’re exhausted beyond measure but we must keep our heads up. Rest is of the utmost importance. Disconnecting from the negativity is a must. Choosing not to engage with rage baiters and the uneducated online is paramount. Above all revel in the love of self like a tree planted in fertile soil. Our soul needs love— our souls need each other. We are a beautiful people. May we never forget who we are.

Clear and Present Danger

I said I wasn’t going to do it. I told myself to leave politics alone; nothing good ever comes from it. But, got damnit I’m furious. I’m angry we’re here again after all that’s been said and done. How could millions of people willingly vote this type of maniac into the highest office of the land? It’s obvious White supremacy is in high demand. I’ve answered my rhetorical question. The truth shall certainly free us, but there are days when progression feels more like a fallacy.

Anxiety is on high alert around the nation as Trump attempts to disrupt lives with each stroke of his pen. He salivates over executive orders as if they were medium rare steaks; he’s a gluttonous fascist with an appetite to conquer and divide. While I refused to tune into the inauguration, I did choose to stay abreast of policy decisions and movements. Trump is a clear and present danger. With the recent rollback of the 1965 Equal Employment Opportunity Act, he’s hell-bent on fulfilling Project 2025, the same plan he claimed to have nothing to do with during the campaign.

From his unqualified cabinet picks to his strange obsessions with Billionaires, Musk, Bezos, and Zuckerberg have no place in government. We are swiftly moving toward an oligarchy—some would say we’re already living in one. I’m tired. If you’re reading this, I believe we share similar sentiments.

Where do we go from here? How do we protect our mental health as our rights continue to be violated? How do we remain encouraged when progress declines? We must guard our hearts and minds during these times. I refuse to let this clear and present danger rob me of my peace of mind. Each day I’ve decided to stay informed without feeding into negative drama. There will be many days of uncertainty, division, and gloating from those with reprobate minds. We mustn’t be moved by those desperate sycophants who’ve voted against their interests. We must stay armed with knowledge as we come face to face with coordinated disinformation campaigns.

Stay strong, watchful, and informed. We must continue to demand equality. Let your voice be heard by writing to your elected officials. Passivity is the enemy of progression. Vote every chance you get. We will not be denied if we remain unified. The days ahead will feel daunting and difficult, but may I remind you that we’ve made it through tough times before, and this time will be no different.

Shameless: An Essay

People. Damn. Why would they say that? Who knows? What were they thinking? They probably weren’t. No empathy, respect for others or self as far as I’m concerned. Evil deeds, violence, and a blatant disregard for civility appear standard. If there’s one thing you can count on, it’s people being people. They utter ugly words without fear of reproach; they speak before thinking and insult before seeking to understand.

As a Black man, I’m familiar with the uglier side of humanity as were my ancestors. With the evolution of social media, which in my opinion, has helped to assist in the perpetual decay of social standards, how do we create safe spaces? The system is architected to display controversial takes that stimulate traffic. The machine is always at work. Bots and rage baiters thrive in these environments as their posts become beacons to rally the pitchfork-armed mob. This mob leaves a trail of lifeless doxed bodies of those who once only wished to share their thoughts. This is why we need our own spaces as the spaces we’ve created on these platforms are often infiltrated. We’re no strangers to these matters as descendants of the survivors of the Middle Passage and Jim Crow segregation— we’re resilient.

Social media companies have abandoned their responsibilities. Government leaders have gleefully cosigned the decline of society as their pockets grow fatter off of the dissension. Where is their shame? It would be intellectually and culturally dishonest for me to declare these are new problems. They’re not. It’s the manifestation of these cultural and societal issues that’s changed. Conflict has always been a part of the human experience and I don’t see that changing. I’ve focused on learning how to navigate this landscape without losing myself.

We must prioritize our mental well-being. It’s paramount that we do this during these complicated and uncertain times. As conflict on all fronts seeks to dominate our lives, it’s important that we center ourselves and create an environment of harmony. We must create and enforce our boundaries. It’s okay to disconnect when overwhelmed. Avoid petty disagreements and perpetual communication with people who reveal they aren’t interested in civil discourse. The next few years will certainly test our resolve. The shameless amongst us have an operating charter they do not wish to alter. I encourage us all not to play their game.

My Thoughts for the New Year

There weren’t fireworks. If there were, I didn’t see or hear them. I don’t think I like them very much anymore anyway. Life can be hilarious at times. I didn’t bring in the new year taking sweet inventory of my life while sipping blush Martinelli sparking cider with my family. No, I wasn’t writing my new goals in my favorite journal in front of the fireplace smiling at the thought of how great 2025 would be. I was in bed wondering how I could’ve gotten sick during my favorite time of the year.

It happens to the best of us; I certainly needed the rest. A New Year is a symbol of new hope and opportunity. It’s a new beginning. Now that I’m better, I’ve processed what 2025 will represent for me. In years past, I’d created a lengthy list of goals that were often undefined, unrealistic, or impossible to meet. Nowadays I keep it simple. I have three goals that I will spend this year working toward. They’re smart and focused goals that can be achieved. I’ve taken the pressure off myself.

I’ve emphasized enjoying life and living in the moment as much as possible. The recent New Orleans terrorist attack is a stark reminder of how fragile life can be. My heart goes out to all the families affected by this heinous act. In less than twenty days Trump will take office. I’ve mentally prepared for the confusion and turmoil that will seep from his presidency.

One of the best things we can do as we enter this season is give ourselves grace. Feed your mind things that uplift your spirit. Go where you’re watered. Remember to make yourself a priority because you matter too. Don’t allow others to disrupt your flow. Remove anything that robs you of your autonomy and peace of mind. You’re in the driver’s seat, you have the right to decide where you’ll be planted and how you’ll make a difference in the lives of those around you. Happy New Year.

Fallacy of Greatness

The desert landscape is enchanting. It’s become my sanctuary. My soul loves nature; my soul is at peace amongst the mountains. Dawn’s early light began to dance along the edge of the peak that gracefully towered above my community. Folks waved and uttered their salutations as I jogged by. I was in stride. Everything was clicking; my body felt great with each mile. I slowed my cadence as I reached the end of the block when I noticed a “Make America Great Again” sign in someone’s yard. This wasn’t uncommon as Arizona has always been considered a conservative state. I chuckled at the possibility of Trump being elected again. We’re better than that as a nation. Sure, America has its glaring flaws but we wouldn’t dare go down that path again.

Last night, I sipped tea at my writing desk as I watched the live election broadcast. The polling numbers flashed on the screen as each state began reporting results. Trump’s early lead concerned me, but there was plenty of time. As the night continued, his lead grew. This can’t be right, I thought. How could we find ourselves here again after the insurrection, multiple lawsuits, and documented crime convictions? To put it bluntly, Trump encapsulates all that is wrong with this country; he is America personified.

Tuesday night showed me America simply does not wish to progress. The fact Trump was even allowed to run again after a myriad of moral, political, and legal failures, highlights the fallacy of America’s greatness. Open racism, police brutality, sexism, classism, intolerance, and faux Christian values appear to be its guiding principles. The American justice and political systems continue to fail the people. As a Black man, of course, I knew this. As Black people, we are intimately aware of the systems at play.

Sadness, anxiety, and uncertainty sweep the nation as I write this essay. It’s okay to be angry. I know it’s hard to see a path forward right now. I ask you to protect your mental health. Prioritize taking care of yourself. Guard your heart and mind with everything within you. Don’t give in to the bullshit. Distance yourself from those who wish to burden you. We will be okay. Today we mourn, tomorrow we fight.