Wednesday, December 31, 2025

Kwanzaa Day 5; A Black History Trek to Greensboro, NC

 


You guys know I love my Black History tours. When I can share that time with friends, it is that much more special. These photos are from day one of a celebration of friendship and Sistahood in Greensboro, NC. 




We began our day at the Civil Rights Museum where the historic 1960 lunch counter sit-ins occurred. The original site of those sit-ins, Woolworths, has now been turned into a museum. The sit-ins are historic and had a lasting and profound impact on American history.







Can you imagine the honor of actually knowing someone who sat at that lunch counter in the 60s and was arrested many times for doing so, That would be my good friend Van Gilmer, who, of course, I called as we were driving to Greensboro to get his insight and input on anything special we should make note of while we were in Greensboro. You will notice his name on the side of the monument of the four NC A&T students who started the sit-ins at Woolworth that took on like wildfire, not only in Greensboro but, across the country. Thank you Van! We are forever indebted and grateful for your courage and bravery!




After the museum, we met more friends for lunch at Luxe, a Black owned soul food restaurant, which was an excellent soul food experience that I highly recommend! Everything served was delicious!




After a joyful Sistah Girl lunch, we left to do a drive-by on the campuses of two HBCUs, North Carolina A&T and Bennett College, a private college for women. The schools were closed because the students are still on holiday break, therefore, only a drive by. I will visit again to take in the experienceof the campus in full swing. NCA&T has a monument honoring their four brave sit-in students. Of course we stopped to get photos. A nice Hampton Pirate, Amanda, did us the honor of a group photo. It's an HBCU thing, not a Seton Hall thing Bibi (inside joke)! LOL!






From there we went to an African-American art gallery which, unfortunately, wasn't open but other parts of the arts and culture plaza were.





Before getting back on the road, we stopped to partake in savory treats at Savor The Moment, a Black owned pastry and coffee shop.

It was just a Blackety-Black history filled day of Sisterly love in Greensboro, North Carolina. Put it on your bucket list of must-do Black History tours.







This is how I spent Day 5 of Kwanzaa, Nia, honoring the principle of Purpose!



Happy Kwamzaa!

Happy  New Year!

Happy Black History 365!!!

Monday, December 29, 2025

On This 4th Day of Kwanzaa

 


On this fourth day of Kwanzaa, we are reminded to support Black businesses. The principle of the day is Ujamaa, cooperative economics. 

Given these harsh economic times where pretenses of commitment to inclusion of Blacks in the workplace and other spaces, has been abandoned for what now is undeniable exclusion, removal, and ultimate erasure of Black folks in vital places, it is imperative that we build and support our own. 

All of a sudden education means nothing, because so many Black folks have it, especially Black Women. There is nothing new about the goal post being moved as soon we reach or surpass it... 

The gas lighters have been given license to say the quiet part out loud. They must feel relieved to have been given permission to stop the performance, to remove the mask. Mediocrity has been given an unmasked face and a bold, new, very loud, and highly supported voice. 

All that is required is to be white, preferably white and male. Voila!, the job, or otherwise highly sought opportunity, is yours! Qualifications be damn! This is not news to Black folks. We have always known this. 

So what do we do? Not only is it a prime time to support Black businesses, it is also an opportune time to create Black businesses and employ each other. How bout' that?  πŸ‘€ 

Ujamaa, Cooperative Economics, is the Kwanzaa principle of the day...

Happy Kwanzaa!

Sunday, December 28, 2025

The Second Day of Kwanzaa


On the 2nd Day of Kwanzaa, the principle of the day is Kujichagulia, Swahili for Self Determination. 

We are reminded to define ourselves, name ourselves, and to create and speak for ourselves. 

Given our history in this country, where mostly the right to self-determination has been denied us, from our name, to our religion, to where we live, access to education, wealth, and other basic human rights, it is imperative that we take unapologetic control of our lives deciding for ourselves who we are, what are our capabilities, and what is our destiny. No one's permission or affirmation is required. 

Happy Kwanzaa!!!
 

Meet Prudence Crandall

 


They told her to expel the Black student or lose her school. She expelled every white student instead, reopened for Black girls only—and the state made it illegal. She went to jail anyway.

Canterbury, Connecticut, 1832. Prudence Crandall ran one of the state's most prestigious girls' boarding schools. Daughters of wealthy Eastern Connecticut families studied arithmetic, Latin, science, geography, history, astronomy, chemistry, drawing, painting, piano, and French in her rigorous curriculum—comparable to the best boys' schools.

Then twenty-year-old Sarah Harris knocked on her door.

Sarah, the daughter of a successful African American farmer, had completed primary school and wanted to continue her education to become a teacher for Black children in Norwich. 

But no school would accept Black students beyond elementary level.

Prudence Crandall was a twenty-nine-year-old Quaker who read William Lloyd Garrison's abolitionist newspaper The Liberator. She believed in equal educational opportunities—a core Quaker value that had shaped her own education.

She admitted Sarah Harris.

The reaction was instantaneous.

White parents appeared at her door demanding Sarah be expelled. They threatened to withdraw their daughters if the Black student remained.
Crandall refused.

The parents made good on their threats. One by one, families pulled their daughters from the school, withdrew financial support, and turned their backs on the woman they'd once celebrated.

Crandall's school collapsed. Not enough students. No income.

Most people would have capitulated.

Apologized. Quietly closed and moved on.

Prudence Crandall traveled to Boston instead.
She met with William Lloyd Garrison and Reverend Samuel J. May, prominent abolitionists. She asked: What if instead of admitting one Black student to a white school, she opened a school exclusively for African American girls?

Garrison was enthusiastic. He gave her letters of introduction to prominent Black families across the Northeast. He published advertisements in The Liberator announcing the school's new mission.

On March 2, 1833, Garrison's newspaper declared Crandall would reopen her Canterbury academy "for the reception of young ladies and little misses of color." Tuition: $25 per quarter. Curriculum: identical to what she'd taught white students—reading, writing, grammar, philosophy, chemistry, astronomy, painting, music, French.

By April 1833, enrollment reached twenty-four students, mostly boarders from New York, Boston, Providence, and Philadelphia.

Canterbury's white citizens were horrified.

They didn't just oppose integration—they opposed educated Black women existing in their town at all.

A committee of four prominent white men visited Crandall: Rufus Adams, Daniel Frost Jr., Andrew Harris, and Richard Fenner. They warned her the school would be "detrimental to the safety" of white people.

Daniel Frost claimed the boarding school would encourage "social equality and intermarriage of whites and blacks."

Crandall's response? "Moses had a black wife."
The men left furious.

Canterbury held town meetings "to devise and adopt such measures as would effectually avert the nuisance, or speedily abate it."

The harassment escalated quickly.

Townspeople refused to sell food to the school. Crandall was banned from church. When her students ventured into town, white residents pelted them with eggs, stones, and manure. They shouted threats and insults.

Local boys threw rocks through windows.

Someone poisoned the school's well.

Crandall kept teaching.

Andrew Judson, one of Crandall's most vehement opponents, took his campaign to the Connecticut General Assembly. He lobbied for legislation specifically designed to close Crandall's school.

On May 24, 1833, Connecticut passed the "Black Law"—making it illegal for any school to teach African American students from outside Connecticut without explicit local permission.

It was the first law in American history explicitly prohibiting the education of Black people.

Judson's vision was sweeping. He wanted the Black Law to be a model for other states, declaring: "There shall not be such a school set up anywhere in our state" and "The colored people can never rise from their menial condition in our country."

Crandall believed the law was both immoral and unconstitutional.

She ignored it and kept teaching.

On June 27, 1833, authorities arrested Prudence Crandall for violating the Black Law.

She spent one night in the county jail.

Abolitionist Arthur Tappan of New York donated $10,000 to hire the best lawyers to defend her. Additional collections raised thousands more. The case became a national cause.

Her first trial began August 23, 1833, at Windham County Court.

Her defense attorneys argued that African Americans were citizens in other states, so they should be considered citizens in Connecticut. The Black Law violated their constitutional rights to education and equal treatment.

The first trial ended in a hung jury.

The second trial proceeded in October 1833. This time, Judge David Daggett ruled that African Americans were not citizens and therefore had no constitutional right to education.

Prudence Crandall was convicted.

She appealed to Connecticut's Supreme Court.
Throughout both trials, she continued operating her school.

The harassment never stopped. Daily taunts, threats, violence against her students. One seventeen-year-old student, Ann Eliza Hammond, was arrested—though abolitionists quickly posted bail.

The national press covered the saga extensively. The Liberator thundered against the injustice. People across America debated abolition, citizenship, and education rights because of Canterbury, Connecticut.

The conflict allowed abolitionists to demonstrate that racism wasn't just a Southern problem—the North actively legislated against Black equality too.

In July 1834, Connecticut's Supreme Court dismissed Crandall's conviction on a technicality—not because the Black Law was wrong, but because of procedural issues.

Crandall had won. Technically.

But Canterbury's white citizens weren't done.

The vandalism intensified. The threats grew more violent.

On the night of September 9, 1834, an angry mob surrounded the school.

They smashed most of the windows with rocks and clubs. They broke furniture. They terrorized the students and Crandall hiding inside, fearing for their lives.

When morning came, Crandall looked at the destruction and made a decision.

She couldn't protect her students. Not from a town determined to destroy them.

Two days later, she closed the school permanently.

Eighteen months of defiance. Arrest. Jail. Trials. Daily harassment. A violent mob attack.

And the racists of Canterbury, Connecticut won.

In 1835, Crandall married Baptist minister and abolitionist Calvin Philleo. They left Connecticut and eventually settled in Illinois, where she opened another school and joined the women's suffrage movement.

After her husband died in 1874, she moved to Elk Falls, Kansas to live with her brother.

She'd left Connecticut fifty-one years earlier as a criminal. Exiled for teaching Black girls to read.

But in 1886, prompted by repentant Canterbury citizens and supported by author Mark Twain, the Connecticut legislature granted Prudence Crandall a small pension.

It wasn't an apology. Just money.

She died in Kansas in 1890, age eighty-six.

Connecticut repealed the Black Law in 1838—four years after Crandall closed her school.

In 1954, lawyers arguing Brown v. Board of Education cited Crandall's trials as precedent for challenging segregated schools.

In 1995, Connecticut named Prudence Crandall the official State Heroine.

In 2008, a statue of Crandall and Sarah Harris was unveiled in the State Capitol.

Her Canterbury school is now a museum dedicated to her legacy.

But none of that changes what happened in 1833: a woman admitted one Black student to her school, white parents destroyed her livelihood, so she opened a school exclusively for Black girls—and her state made it illegal, arrested her, convicted her, and stood by while a mob terrorized children in the night until she had no choice but to close.

The North likes to pretend racism was a Southern problem.

Prudence Crandall proved otherwise.

She admitted one student. They passed a law.

She went to jail. She kept teaching anyway—until violence forced her to stop.

And Connecticut took 161 years to call her a heroine.


*** Reprinted from Astonishing Facts Facebook page. Please share this American history fact with others. From north to south, Black success has always been envied, under attack, and oppressed in the US. 

**** There is a wing of a girls dorm named after Ms. Crandall at Howard University. 

Friday, December 26, 2025

The First Day of Kwanzaa


Today is the first day of Kwanzaa, a very meaningful and principled seven day celebration in the Black American community. Each day is guided by a specific and purpose drive principle. The principle for today is, Ujoma, which means Unity in Swahili.

We begin our celebration being reminded to intentionally commit to unity in the Black race, in our community, within our nation, and of course, our family. Living While Black in America has been especially trying in 2025. If ever there was a need for Unity in Our Community, it is now.

History has taught us that we are a resilient, determined and phenomenal people. No matter the circumstance, Black folks rise. When all others have failed us, always, we have found strength in one another and survived.

On this first day of Kwanzaa 2025, be encouraged and be inspired to remember that with Unity In Our Community, ALL things are possible and that this, too, shall pass...

Happy Kwanzaa!


Wednesday, December 24, 2025

This, Too, Shall Pass


There were two deaths by suicide of folks in the national news this past week, Donavan Metayer, the young student from the Parkland Florida school massacre, and the actor from The Wire, James Ransone. How many others that didn't we hear about?

This time of year is typically difficult for a lot of people. Living in a constant state of uncertainty, being subjected to daily and endless barrages of anger, bitterness, evilness, vitriolic spews of racism, xenophobia, acts of anti-Americanism, and pure hatred emanating from our government and it's chosen operatives, makes the holiday season this year especially difficult. 

A friend posted a reminder on Facebook this morning for us to check on our peeps. I couldn't agree more. At the same time, stop to take stock of your own pulse. How are you doing? Make sure you're OK, not masquerading for the sake of others. 

2025 has been hellish on so many unfathomable levels, but once again, we have survived. Give yourself a hand. πŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎ

2026 is unpredictable, do know, however, that, again, we will survive. No matter what the new year brings, it, too, shall pass... 


Merry Christmas Eve! πŸŽ„ 





Monday, December 22, 2025

Camden Matters...


When I returned to Jersey in 2019, I moved to Camden on purpose. I considered Camden and I considered Trenton, both cities allowed to deteriorate making them ripe for gentry-fication.

Like many in South jersey, I was born in Camden at Cooper Hospital. My Mother died there. As a student in college and later as a social worker, I worked in Camden. I moved away in the late 80's and returned to New Jersey in 2004 to go to law school in Camden. I was shocked at what I saw. The city had deteriorated for sure. I remember thinking, with few exceptions, the city mostly looked like a bomb had been dropped and those who could not get out were still there. 

I tried hard to find an apartment to live in Camden while in law school. It was difficult, I was under pressure to get settled before classes began, so I ultimately moved to Collingswood. But I wanted to live in Camden because of what I saw happening there. We have to be willing to move into and rebuild our cities and not wait for others to gentry-fy them and then complain that we can't afford to be there.

Fast forward to 2019, I do move to Camden. I move into The Victor, an apartment building on the waterfront perceived as "upscale". Some would say moving into The Victor was not really moving into Camden. I disagree. I remember being impressed with development of the waterfront, only to understand that Camden City doesn't own any of it. Some "brilliant" politician along the way, sold out the residents and sold the waterfront to the county. 

All those companies on the waterfront have no obligation, no incentive, nor pressure, nor commitment to hire Camden residents nor make the city a better place to live and work, and they don't! Non-residents drive into Camden City daily to realize their livelihood as Camden residents are sidelined to watch and cannot partake. 

Camden residents are not in control of their government. The businesses don't care about Camden's mostly Black and Latino population, because overwhelmingly Camden's politicians don't care. They are not in control of their vote. The norcross machinery and their token mouth pieces, need to go! 

It is hard to see what has become of Camden. I remember my Mother, who died more than 30 years ago, telling me how in her youth, they didn't have to go to Philly for anything. They got everything they needed in Camden. From clothes to entertaiment, they were able to find it in Camden. 

Then came the riots, followed by a denial of services. US interstate 676 was built over the city making it unnecessary for motorists to stop in Camden, killing the economy, laying the ground work for the convenient excuse of blight to set in, opening the door to abuse of eminent domain policies to take over the city. There is a tried and true formula used to destroy inner cities nationally.

Presently, there are no supermarkets in Camden, not one. An innocuous, seemingly  innocent, term has been created to describe this intentional act of trying to starve urban dwellers. They call it "food deserts". Deserts that seem only to take root in urban areas filled with people, many melanated and/or poor, who don't have cars and who need a supermarket in proximity to their home. Supermarkets are essential to any community. HOW does it happen that Camden has no supermarkets, if not deliberately?

Cooper Hospital, Campbell Soup, Rutgers University, Subaru, and so many other companies in the city, yet the people in Camden suffer. Where are the tax dollars going as they, and the companies on the waterfront, are fed tax breaks that cripple the city and gobble up the land? 

With so much industry, why so much unemployment? Where are the government services? Why no meaningful partnerships between the city and these corporations? Because they don't care and the faces of Camden City government, faces because its really the machine that dictates who and what, will and will not happen in Camden, have ZERO power beyond their face and their willingness to serve an agenda not always in the best interest of their constituents. Perhaps, also, it is because they too, have little to no interest in making Camden a better place to live. Those who do care, are defamed and/or chased out of government. 

There IS hope for the new and improved Camden envisioned by the poet in the video below but only with new politics, new leadership, and committed and unified residents who band together, to take charge of their city. Get rid of the old guard. Get rid of the norcrosses. Revitalize the city from top to bottom, holding state and city government accountable, building a new Camden, one neighborhood at a time...

~ Miss Higgi Says


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Thursday, November 27, 2025

What To The Black American Is Thanksgiving?


In the spirit of our dear Brotha' Frederick Douglass' ponderance of the meaning of The 4th of July to the Negro, I ask, What to the Black American is the meaning of Thanksgiving? 

Certainly, Thanksgiving is not a day recanting any version of the fantastic tales taught to us in grammar school about tall ships, "nice" pilgrims, and a happy feast. Three bean casseroles and pumpkin pies typically do not grace our tables.

Instead, Thanksgiving, as other American holidays, represents a source of moral conflict for our community. It further demonstates gross distinctions or disparities of experience, judgment, and interpretation between our community and that of the dominant community. Our Brotha' Kendrick summed it up in four words...

Given our history of being kidnapped, enslaved, raped, and tortured, in the same country by the same people, Black Americans cannot, in good conscience, eat, be merry, and ignore the kidnapping, enslavement, and other acts of sheer torture, leading to the ultimate erasure of another people, melanated like us. We share too much of the Native American's American experience, and in some cases their blood, for us to be indifferent or insensitive to harms done to them. They are our tribe. They are our Brothers...

So, what to the Black American does Thanksgiving mean? Our conflict with celebration of this day is so intense that even how we reference it varies. Of course, most people still call it Thanksgiving. Others, however, call it "Thanks Giving Day", "Giving Thanks Day", "Misgiving Day" or some variation thereof. Ultimately, we struggle with giving any impression that we share the commonly held disingenuous interpretation of the day.

Thanksgiving is seen as an annual time of gathering of reflection and perspective for Black families. Traditionally, we travel from near and far to get together to enjoy good food, good company, and good vibrations as we create new memories. Most families go all out with the meal on this day. Be forewarned that if you can't "put your foot in it", it is best that you don't cook on this day. No one can save you from the wrath. Bring beverages or paper products, plan to join the clean up crew, enjoy the day, just don't cook! Hone your skills at the hem of Big Mama's apron for next year. 

The smorgasbord of food is insane! Mr. Turkey still holds the main stage but he has company. Rarely, is there only one meat. Mr. Ham has a place atop many tables. Collard greens, cabbage, candied yams, mac with several cheeses, dressing, not stuffing, and cornbread are just a few of the main staples. The pie of choice is not pumpkin or even apple. The day is not complete without a sweet potato pie. Diet and gym be damned! Most folks eat themselves into a state of pure coma, a condition we affectionately call, "itus". Goodnight... 

As is probably common in most households, someone "blesses the food and the hands that prepared it", but also, before we eat, we tend to go around the table soliciting words of thanks and expressions of gratitude from each person for something, someone, or some event in their life during the past year. It is a day of refelection steeped in handed down tradition. 

A mixture of music and football competing with lively conversations is the soundtrack of the day. Carry out plates are a given. Some folks bring their take away containers. The myth is that the food tastes even better the next day. 

The fourth Thursday of November in the Black community is a day of family, friends, good times, new memories, and distraction from all else that might be amiss in the world. 

To the Black American, Thanksgiving means a day of love, reflection, gratitude, and appreciation. 

Miss Higgi Says, Happy Giving Thanks Day Everyone! 

Tuesday, November 25, 2025

My Forever Love...

 


She would have been 84 today. We were both teenagers in these pictures, roughly the same age having very different teenage experiences. I was very loved. I thank God for making her my Mom not long after this picture is taken. By 17, she is married and soon after the Mother of five stairstep children. She passed away at 45. I have outlived her lifespan by 20 years already. Life is so unpredictable. You just never know what your fate will be.

Death is more prevalent in my life now than I would prefer. Phone calls from distant or disconnected family members or friends, trigger me to brace for bad news. Recently, I signed into Facebook and within an hour, four people had posted notices of loved ones passing. It is inevitable, the longer we live, the more reality is our loss of loved ones. Somehow we learn to live with the loss but it creates a void in us that is never quite filled, especially if the person was a good person. My Mother was a good person. Not only as a Mother, but as a friend, a sister, a neighbor, a daughter. She was just a kind, loving, giving, all around good person. 

I wake up today on November 25th, as I do many mornings, with my Mother on my mind and I wonder what she would be like all these years later. How different would my life be if she was still here? Things I will never know... She was my rock, my forever inspiration, my loudest, unapologetic, and most boastful, cheerleader. She was my Mother and my friend. 

I cannot imagine life with a bad Mom. I feel for those who unfortunately didn't have good relationships with their Mother. I didn't have a good relationship with my father, so I kind of understand. I will never know what it's like to be a Daddy's Girl and I do not undermine the joy and value of that relationship at all. I actually envy it, as it, too, is a void in my life. Still, there seems something different about not having the love of your Mom, the person who gave you life. I just cannot imagine...

Today would have been my Mom's 84th birthday. I wish her a happy birthday wherever her spirit might be, it certainly continues to live within me.

Call your Mama today. Call her because you can and because you don't know what tomorrow brings. If you can't call your own Mama, call somebody else's Mama who has been a positive influence in your life or a matriarch who will be uplifted by the mere sound of your voice. It's the little things. Truly, it is...

Happy Birthday Mommy! Your FOREVER Daughter will love you ALWAYS and FOREVER MORE!!! 🫢🏿

Thursday, November 6, 2025

When The 99% Speaks, The 1% Hears

Someone posted this incindiary photo of the twin towers on a social media page specifically to trigger a reaction. Below is my reaction.


I lived in New York City and worked at Kennedy Airport on 9/11. There was definitely an effort to make all Muslims culpable for tragedies of that day. 

I remember going home after work to the Briarwood section in Queens which was very Jewish. My neighbor was an Arab man. The Muslim community had been signaled to stay out of sight for the day, the week, for the immediate future I suppose. There were concerns of retaliation. By who? Certainly not Black folks. I'm just sayin'...

My neighbor, not only did he not stay out of sight, he dressed from head to foot in Muslim garb, sat a chair in his driveway, and defiantly sat there for all the world to see that he was not afraid. He was not taking responsibility or hiding in shame for something he did not do. It made me uneasy because I thought people are just crazy right now, but I always respected that he stood his ground and refused to cower. 

I can only imagine how proud and vindicated he and others of the Muslim community must be following this major victory of an unapologetic Muslim who was supported by all sectors of New York City community. How I wish I lived there to have been able to cast my vote for Mr. Mamdani. 

On Tuesday, we had a collective victory from NYC to California, coast to coast, that Americans needed to see, but also the world needed to see. We are not all sleep. We are not all stupid. We are not all mesmerized with or fearful of the likes of DT and all the hate that he and his klan instigate. It was a beautiful night! 

New York City will be just fine and once again, they rise as the leader. Thank you New Yorkers! This is what unity in the community looks like. 

The 99% has spoken! The 1% heard us. What will be the[ir] wrath? 

Stay focused. 

Stay united! 

Congratulations America!

Tuesday, October 21, 2025

The People’s House...

I remember some years back being in London at Buckingham Palace and thinking that there was nothing majestic nor spectacular about the royal palace beyond the pomp and circumstance of changing of the guard and of course, it's historical value. I was struck that it was an unattractive building. 

Some years later, while in Australia, I shared my sentiment with a British guy I met. He laughed and matched my disappointment of his visit to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. He said, "Are you kidding? The White House is just a house!". He went on to say that  normal people had houses bigger and better than the White House. To which we both laughed, as I conceded his point. 

Actually, there is nothing cosmetically spectacular about either of these edifices other than the history and nostalgia associated with them both. History and nostalgia that matters. History and nostalgia worth preserving. But both buildings are visually unremarkable. 

Nonetheless, I find myself unexpectedly affected by the demolition of the White House without consultation, input from, or warning to, We the People who would have undoubtedly rejected such an action we were assured was not going to happen. Once again, we were deceived.

It seems amazing however, that the White House was not protected as a landmark under an act of historic preservation. Not that it would have much mattered. This administration operates with no regard for rules, of law or otherwise. It is truly a sad day in America. 

It comes as no surprise that this demolition was conveniently and strategically delayed until after No Kings Day. The seven million protesters we saw gather in all 50 states on October 18, 2025, would have doubled in numbers. This is the very type of violation of public trust that will serve to awaken and prayerfully, unite Americans. This is good.

The White House is thought to be The People’s House. We The People did not ask for renovations, nor do we desire a ballroom.

I do not consider myself patriotic in any way. Again, however, I was affected by the desecration of the White House. Visualization of the demolition of the White House, is a symbolic visualization of the current demolition of the United States government, the country, life and basic American freedoms We The People have come to know, love, expect, and take for granted. Where and how does this end? 

So, tell me again, WHO hates America? I'm listening...



Friday, July 4, 2025

On the 4th...

A few weeks ago, someone I did not know emailed me regarding comments I'd made about her good friend, Omarosa. She thought my comments were negative and that, as a Black woman, I should not make negative comments about another Black woman, especially given my BW platform.


I applauded her on being a good friend to Omarosa and tried to leave it at that. Quite honestly, if one is going to defend Omarosa against things that people say about her, they are going to be quite busy. She was not a popular person in the Black community during her time with trump. That has not changed since her departure from the administration.


That being said, and in light of Congress, passing that god awful bill yesterday just in time for Independence Day, which is today, it leaves me to remember her telling us that we would all "bow down to donald". Did she know something that we didn't know and is that what is about to happen here in the United States now that the legislators and the courts have conceded their authority to the executive branch?


It is one thing to betray your constituents, it is quite another to render yourself and your role irrelevant. The epitome of stupidity... 🀦🏾

We know that this administration has a penchant for dramatics the likes of reality TV sensation. How will that play out today on Independence Day?


Will there be some declaration that we are no longer a nation of personal freedoms, that we have lost our rights as an independent, free thinking nation? Will Omarosa be proven right in that we will bow down and kiss the ring of the don? I remember during his first trip around the white house, him saying that he wanted "his people" to respond to him like the citizens respond to the leader in North Korea.  In other words, he wants us to fear him. πŸ‘€  πŸ‘€


So what will happen today? Who knows? 🀷🏾 We are navigating unchartered terrain, totally unfamiliar and unprecedented. These are unpredictable times in which we find ourselves. Hold on folks for what promises to be a rocky ride. Who will save us? We will save us. Nobody can do it better than ourselves. But what does that look like? Good question. The answer, however, is yet to be determined. God help us... πŸ™πŸΎ


What is it that our dear and revered Ancestor Frederick Douglas questioned about the 4th of July? What to the Slave is the 4th of July? The question still remains. For today, in the words of our current Griot, Kendrick Lamar,  "turn the TV off, turn the TV off", and enjoy your time with friends and family.


~ Miss Higgi


Omarosa video 



James Earl Jones reading Frederick Douglas' famous speech regarding 4th of July



Wednesday, July 2, 2025

The Diddy Verdict


No surprise here. Another OJ situation. The prosecution made claims they could not support. P Diddy is a shitty guy. We get that. But they did not prove racketeering or sex trafficking. Thankfully, the jury took their job seriously and understood the assignment before them...

Now let's watch America have a meltdown because the Black guy wasn't found guilty...

The prosecution overstepped. Yes, what P Diddy did was horrible, but the statute of limitations had passed on those things that they could have effectively charged him with. So they went for outrageous charges of racketeering and sex trafficking and tried to sway the public with his despicable and vile behaviors.

Like OJ, he was a Black man who could afford to buy justice. They couldn't support the charges, plain and simple...

No, I don't support Diddy, or anybody who commits sex crimes, domestic violence, or any kind of violation of others, but less than that, I don't support that Black men become the face of sexual deviance in Hollywood.

Friday, May 16, 2025

Spending While Black

 


I remember so well back in the 90s or early 2000s I was on Girlz' Trip to Atlanta. Someone decided that we should do breakfast at this popular eating spot that welcomed it's guests with a back wall covered by the largest and most obscene confederate flag I am sure I've ever seen.

I don't remember how many were in our group but I was the only one who refused to eat there. I could not conceive how one did not receive sight of that defeated flag as a sign of disrespect, confirmation of their anti-Black racism and proof that they did not want our Black business. I heard them....

Sadly, the bulk of patrons at this eating establishment were overwhelmingly Black πŸ˜”. I don't recall the name of the place, because I would surely state it. I wonder if it still exists. I wonder if the flag is still there. I wonder if Black still support this blatant disregard abd disrespect of us...

WWYD? Would you eat in such an establishment? We are learning to be more discriminating in where and with whom we spend our dollars proving that when we know better, we do better. When and wherever you can, buy Black! Surely, in places like Atlanta, still strong with significant Black communities, we can...

When folks show you who they are, believe them and respond accordingly. #BuyBlack! 

Saturday, April 26, 2025

Standing in Solidarity with The Sanders

So what are we missing? A blind man can see what is happening in the deliberate delayed or non-drafting of Shedeur Sanders by the NFL

Deion is a confident Black man who is an excellent Father who has raised his sons in his image. They, too, are confident Black men. What scares America more than confident, self reliant, Black folks, Black Men especially? Nothing!

This public rejection of Shedeur is about so much more than football. The messaging is an age old message intended to be heard and internalized by folks far beyond the Sanders family. 

This public flogging of Shedeur, Deion by extension, smacks of America's history of making sure Black folks, Black men especially, know and are kept in our place. 

This rejection of Shedeur smacks of America's history of promoting that Black men, the backbone of football, are not smart or strategic enough to be coach or quarterback. WHO is running this country? WHAT is their overall mission? WHO is their ultimate target in their relentless pursuit to return America to her previous state of "glory"?

Is not this situation reminiscent of the public humiliation and rejection of Colin Kaepernick? WHO was behind the obvious collusive efforts of the owners to make sure that never again will Colin play? So do you still think it a coincidence what we see happening to the Sanders Family? 

NONE of this is by accident. There is little this country enjoys more than tearing down Black men. While this is awful, Deion is a strong and strategic Black man. His very being is the source of ire for small and racist minds. He and his sons will be OK. They will come back strong. They are built for this...

Black folks, love Deion or hate him, do not join this bandwagon of hate against him and his children. See the larger picture and don't support the double standard applied only to us, by which we are judged and expected to quietly abide. Don’t be the crab pulling a successful Black family back into the barrel. 

As any good Father should, Deion nurtured and guided the talent of his children. Were he not Black, it would not be a problem. His confidence would not be labeled or condemned as arrogant. Conversely, it would be expected and celebrated along with the confidence of the children he raised. 

Black folks don’t be the voice or provide the convenient Black face of deflection being used solely to represent an excuse for anti-Black racist sentiment and the messaging of others. Don’t do the[ir] dirty work. Stand in unity rejecting the double standard. Support the Sanders! 

Keep your head up Shedeur! Don't let them break you. You are built for this AND we've got your back!

Black folks, let's get 'Black to the Basics', recreate and support our own sports leagues. Stand in Solidarity! IJS... 

~ Miss Higgi