Sunday, December 28, 2025
Meet Prudence Crandall
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
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. ππΎππΎ
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! π
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!!! π«ΆπΏ
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!







