Counting My Blessings...

Twenty years ago today on May 19th 2006, I graduated law school. I was a few days shy of 46 years old and ready to take on a new world. It had been a tumultuous 3 years of my life and this was a very proud moment for me. I had at least one hundred guests in the audience that day. I can still see their happy faces screaming as I spoke from the podium. And we had a nice party afterwards also. 

During my first year of law school I had the pleasure of meeting Congressman and Freedom Fighter, John Lewis. While I graduated from Rutgers University in New Jersey, I did my first year of law school at University of District of Columbia (UDC). During that year, I had the honor of meeting some really fabulous civil rights folks among them was John Lewis and Dorothy Height.

Congressman John Lewis was there giving a speech and promoting his book. I was just mesmerized by him. I approached and said, I have to have lunch with you. And, as most polite people would, he said, fine, call my office. Of course when I called the office I expected them to blow me off. Not at all... Instead, they asked when did I want to come. I couldn't believe it! It was just that simple y'all. Never be afraid of "no", just ask for what you want no matter how outlandish it may seem. That's been my motto in life. Sometimes I forget. On a day like today I am reminded to ask for what I want.

Fast forward, just a few weeks later I'm on the hill having lunch and spending a good part of the afternoon with our renowned civil rights hero. We talked in his office, we walked through the tunnel to the Congressional dining hall where we had lunch. I met his staff and many of his colleagues. It is a day that I will never forget. He was the nicest and most gracious person, acknowledging everyone from fellow politicians to janitors. He greeted everyone along our way in his beloved community. He was the real deal... 

Fast forward again, three years later I am a part of the student government team looking at potential commencement speakers. I'm more than 20 years older than my fellow graduates. They'd never heard of Congressman John Lewis, sadly, not even the Black ones. Trust me, it was a hard sell but I got them to understand why we should have him as our commencement speaker. 

One of the assistant deans in the law school was married to a congressman at that time. So it was decided that we would allow him to invite Congressman Lewis to be our speaker. After several weeks of him dragging his feet and that not happening, I approached the dean and said do you want me to call. At this point, it's in the interest of time. The dean said sure. Once again, I simply asked and again, "Mr. Good Trouble" said yes. I was thrilled. 

It was agreed amongst us students, class president included, that I would introduce the congressman on commencement day. Of course I would. It was me who got him, who thought of him, it was my idea. Well, one of my colleagues, the class president, worked for that congressman who never made the call to get him. And while she and the others on the committee had agreed that I would do the intro, now all of a sudden she was to introduce Congressman Lewis at graduation. I was being asked to step aside. I could not believe this was happening. This was to be a joyous moment...

The dean actually wanted me, the Black student who thought to bring a noted Black Civil Rights leader to campus, to step aside so Becky from Montana (not her real name, I don't even remember her name), yes Montana, could have the honor. This was race, politics, and the all too familiar paper cut micro aggression of "good liberals", all wrapped up in one punch to the gut. 

Of course, however, I was not settling for this. I gathered several of my female peers of all races and nationalities and along with one of the few Black professors we had on campus at the time, as mediator, we confronted the dean. We were very clear that it was our graduation and we got to decide who we wanted to speak. I was proud they stood up for me.

After agreeing to be our commencement speaker, I had another ask of Congressman Lewis. I asked that my peers and I could come and spend a day on the Hill with him as I did two years before. Again y'all, he said yes. These were the same students that went before the dean with me. 

Over the years I had several opportunities to mix with the Congressman. He knew me by name and face as a result of that one random request during my first year of law school. I remember being at the Democratic National Convention, I didn't have a ticket to get in the main event for Obama's acceptance speech. The good Congressman directed me to his office to get a ticket. Ask for what you want...

A compromise was made for our graduation ceremony that I didn't quite appreciate until the Black female professor explained the power of having the last word. So, Ms. Montana got to briefly welcome to the Congressman before he spoke. I got to publicly pay tribute to him after he spoke, in a way that my colleagues and those in the audience would always know his name and all the good trouble he had started in the interest of the good of this nation. What would he say now? Shame on the US Supreme Court for turning the clock back to erase the work of valiant Civil Rights workers like the Congressman and so many others.

May 19th, 2006, was certainly a day of honor for me, one I will never forget for a lot of reasons. Incredibly, I was damn near 50 graduating law school which you couldn't have told me I was going to be doing at 45. My Mom died at 45... She would have been quite proud!

 

Moreover, I cannot believe that it's been 20 years. Where did the time go? What have I done between the dashes? This is certainly a time for reflection, a time to remind myself of my tenacity, and the positive impact and influence I have had on so many others over the years, knowinly and unknowingly. People often remind and thank me. I am humbly grateful... 

While I did not start out to tell the story I just shared, the moral of the story is to never be afraid of "no". Never underestimate what you can do, Yes, you can! Always, always, ask for what you want for s/he who does not ask, certainly will not receive. 

Congratulations to me 20 years later! 

~ Miss Higgi Says, thank you for taking this stroll down Nostalgia Lane with me. 

Enjoy your day! Do something or ask for something you think out of reach! Go for it! 

Happy Birthday Malcolm X! Celebrate him and Congressman John Lewis today! They both left us a blueprint.

 

She's My Favorite Girl!

Anybody who grew up in the '70s, any Black person who grew up in the seventies, our Mother's Day anthem was, The Intruders singing I'll Always Love My Mama. It was blaring from people's houses, car radios, and I dare say, some version of it, from churches. On Mother's Day especially, it was on the top of everybody's playlist. 

We loved our Mamas and this song demonstrated all the reasons why and gave us a beautiful vehicle to shout it to the world. 

I can remember the pride it gave to Black Mothers everywhere to hear this anthem to and about them and know that it resonated with what they meant to their children. Kudos to The Intruders!

Many a Black Mother sacrificed for the well-being of her children. She is the OG of Mama Bears. She has ALWAYS HAD to protect her cubs...

I will always love my Mama and she's been gone for almost 40 years. I have lived more than half of my life without her physical presence. Still, however, I feel her love...

There is no love like the love of your Mama. I hope that you love your Mama as much as I love my Mama and that if you are blessed that she is still here, you make sure that she knows how much you love her today and everyday. You only get one, you only get one, yeah... 🎶

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there. You make a difference and nobody can replace you. Not nobody! Not ever! 

Miss Higgi Says, 🎤 I'll Always Love My Mama, She's My Favorite Girl... 🎶

Happy Mother's Day!

Click here to enjoy The Anthem

https://youtu.be/AGaEceD74RU?si=Dv8exZVzmIFWf0Rk

Leave Them Behind

Today I unfriended and blocked a woman on Facebook who I met a few years back at a Korean Day Spa in Philly. I didn't know her from Eve. She is not someone I knew then, she is obviously not someone I need to know now... 

This woman revealed herself a trump supporter, an anti-Black Black appearing woman who supports this administration. She is the most dangerous kind of "Black" person. I need know nothing more about her. I've got no use for her kind... 👀

Anybody who can support, excuse, try to justify, or make sense out of what happened last week is a lost cause. Don't waste your time trying to convince these people that what happened to Black Americans last week is the manifestation, the culmination, of what Black folks have known was happening to us all along. Don't give them the space or opportunity to try and make sense out of nonsense. Time for dialogue has passed...

Don't let people gaslight you into second guessing yourself on that which is very clear... 

We must stop actively participating in the dance of gaslighting. Let them find another dance partner as you shuffle away, far away, from them...

The sheets are off! klan supporters are free to reveal themselves. Do give them that space. You want to know who they are. 

Recently, I told this self proclaiming, "I'm not a racist" white woman I was working for that I would rather deal with rednecks than liberals because at least with the rednecks, everybody knows where they stand. Meanwhile, liberals are smiling in your face, stabbing you in your back, ALL whole calling themselves your ally. Sometimes the knife wielding backstabber is Black presenting, a human specimen merely dipped in chocolate. What an absolute waste of good melanin... Either way, they've got to go! 

Giving racists the key to unlock and dismantle Black Americans right to legislative representation, ultimately our right to vote, a key component of hard won civil rights gains, was all we needed to hear. There is no other explanation than an all out war was loudly declared on Black people last week, make no mistake about it. The days of dog whistling are over. The muzzle has been removed from the rabid dog. He is barking out loud and ready to bite! 

Anybody who will try and convince you otherwise, see them, and be done with them. They don't mean you, or anybody who looks like you, any good. Even sane white people are looking at these negroids like what the f***? It's an illness that we don't understand. 

clarence thomas is their leader. If trump is the cult leader for the magas, uncle clarence is the cult leader for these confused chocolate dipped "Black" people. As my mama once told me about a boyfriend I adored, leave them where you find them. Be done with these folks. Wash your hands of them and simply walk away. I don't care if it's your daddy, he is a danger to the rest of us. Be done with them. 

In the words of Maya Angelou, when folks show you who they are, don't waste your time on dialogue or trying to fix them, believe them and let them be. 

Especially now, you're either with us or you're not. If you're not, in light of all that is happening, there is no wiggling room, no time or need for conversation or explanation. They are hopelessly sunken. Let them sink. You cannot reach them, so do not try. Revoke their card and don't ever give it back to them. They are not to be trusted. 

The chocolate dipped are definitely the ones that our Sistah Harriet would have left behind. In the best interest of you, more importantly, in the best interest of our community at large, Miss Higgi Says, Leave them behind...

Survival Is In Our DNA

Recently I saw an interview of a corn farmer who has basically lost everything. Apparently China was the prime customer for his product. trump's tariffs have killed his business. 

The farmer confessed that he is a three time trump voter. He conveyed receiving a government hand out, I mean, government subsidy or relief package that recouped only 20% of his loss. magas don't take hand outs... 👀  

The farmer is 80% in the hole with no viable means of recovering his livelihood. Still, this white farmer, says he supports trump and does not regret his vote. What is that if it ain't a need to maintain power at any costs, even to himself? 

There is no overcoming such a mindset, so don't waste your energies. If this farmer is your dad or some other loved one, just throw your hands up. There is no penetrating such delusion. These people are guided by blind racism and fantastical ideologies of supremacy. Despite all that tells them otherwise, they have to believe they are the superior race. What else do they have?

They truly believe this is their country and they will stop at nothing to maintain control and power. Never will they surrender or lose their majority status. As he drains the US till lining his and his cronies' pockets with ill gotten loot, their loot, the farmer's loot, trump gives them hope. 

They long for yesteryear with visions of terrorized Black captives and barefoot, pregnant white women with lots and lots of babies, dancing in their heads. Both are fearful. Both are obedient. Certainly, they don't defy them. In this vision, they want their property back. ALL of their property.  She was his property first... 

They yearn a time gone by when all was right in the[ir] world. I guess they forget that not all of them were rich owners of others and/or land and that many were two steps removed from being property themselves.

Many whites then, and now, were poor. Shhh, don't tell them. 

They came here poor, some came by choice looking for a better life, some were discarded by their home country because they were poor, criminal, diseased, and/or derelict. 

But for the grace, not of God, of America's commitment to perfecting racism in her creation of the delusion of white supremacy, they should have been breaking their backs building America working in the fields instead of or alongside the Black folks with whom they shared economic conditions but who they were taught to loathe or feel superior to so not to see themselves. 

What is it that Lyndon B. Johnso said about convincing the lowest white man that he was superior to even the best colored man?🤦🏾

The photo below depicts what they truly see and hope for when they hear "make America great again"... The dog need whistle no more. trump gives them space and permission to bark out loud. They are free to release the venom in their spirit that is ingrained in their DNA...

It's Monday morning y'all. Know that we shall survive. We always survive. Be inspired that survival is in our DNA...

~ Miss Higgi Says 

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