We have the same nose, two wounds, one body, and five centuries of unfinished business. And yet somehow, we have turned to face each other with suspicion, contempt, and sometimes open hostility while the hands that inflicted the wounds continue their work, uninterrupted, unbothered, and often unnoticed.
This is the story we don’t tell enough during Black History Month, and Junteenth. This a Reckoning for the African Diaspora On Legacy, Division, Propaganda, Reunion & the Next 200 Years
