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I was the one that misspoke. I’m the one that didn’t know how good I had it. The grass seemed greener on the other side. It wasn’t. Every time I hear a black woman speaking disparagingly about a brother I cringe. It truly hurts my heart. Maybe it’s my own reality I speak of, but when did black men and women become so divided? We used to hold each other down. Now we barely lift each other up. It’s scary to me.

I’m told all the time that anyone other than black is my preference. Your Father was black. Your Mother was black. Why are you trying to escape who you are? A friend pointed out that we come in every color of the rainbow and we do. Look at your own family. I have some relatives that deliberately passed for white, and others that show the beauty of the night. Some people assume are of Hispanic heritage, and some no one could ever figure out their ethnicity. The self-hatred is rampant.

Yes, I said self-hatred. Many of us are so busy denying our blackness that we will acknowled…


“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.” J.R.R. Tolkien

As a little girl of divorce my Mother and Father lived separate lives. My Mother was instrumental in keeping me and my Father connected. She sent me to spend the summers with Daddy. Believe me it was interesting to say the least.

As a single man and minister there were plenty of women lined up to date Daddy, or hopefully marry him. Understand that my own Mother was his second wife. He married a total of four times. Every time in between I saw first-hand women throwing themselves at him. It was funny. I’ve had women take me shopping, buy me jewelry, take me to dinner, keep me, attempt to be my “new best friend” all in an effort to get closer to my Father. There were …