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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