Author: Ali Jamal
On this special day, the East 128th Street Block Club unveiled a historic mural that was two years in the making, It was NOT an easy process and in fact the challenges often felt insurmountable. But finally, FINALLY, the finished product was completed, installed, unveiled and celebrated.
During the summer of 1991, I was facing some really tough times. The parents were separated, puberty was in full swing, and our central air conditioning had died. Trust me, summers in Memphis-10 are hot! I was in summer school to repeat English because I had missed my finals when big sis had a life
Told by society’s eyes That I am to be marginalized. And then criticized. But I revoke your proclamation of greed and deceit. I have spent years debating the Race. Filling empty space With tone deaf sentimentBuilt up resentment. Incomplete stories And wicked images.Until I soon realized that I am already enough. In my mind, The story
We wait no more. For the time has come when the Sick and tired are sick of being tired. Shedding the old ways of wailing, crying, and begging for change Hands up? If only to protect the face, block the blows and counterpunch the systemic plan to oppress. Let us pray and protest.. maneuver
Timeless. ….an extraction of falsehood. Overcoming the destruction in the neighborhood. Riding along the path to true unification, navigating gentrification. And so, my soul seeks the mastery of self I wake early to read the books on my shelf: From Walker’s Jubilee to Washington’s Up From Slavery I search for answers in the pages of
It’s hard to keep up when things get busy. I’m practically a one man show (a ridiculous introvert) and can’t take photos like I should! BUT, I have my crew, who has my back, and speaking of which – My Brotha Junior aka Wulfgar aka J After Dark is always cranking out the dopest photos!
It only took Kali about 7 years to make me break down and get another dog! I swear, every year since Pharoh passed, she has asked and I have made every excuse in the book to avoid it. For some reason, this just felt like the year. And, it didn’t hurt that Ginaya agreed to
The African symbology that embodies me forces my soul to awaken and find strength in truth. A wise elder once spoke to me and then blessed my eyes with an honorable path to freedom. As I apporached my fourth life cycle, I knew that death was on the horizon. Not knowing in what shape or