“Look at that shit! Unreal. Simply Unreal.” The site was a basketball game at Southwest Atlanta Christian Academy and the player was Dwight Howard. No one had ever seen this level of player. Everybody was in awe. When he was selected with the first pick of the 2005 NBA Draft, nobody that had seen him play was surprised. Now…more than a dozen years later…Howard is currently playing for the Washington Wizards…reaching the twilight of a Hall of Fame NBA career. ... Read more
Imagine. “Disgusting!” “Oh my God!” “I will kill you!” Assault. Torture. Murder. Tegucigalpa has one of the highest murder rates…not just in Honduras…but in the entire world. Roxsana Hernandez was just trying to survive. You see, there is a Trans genocide going on in our world and Tegucigalpa is one of it’s epicenters. I don’t know what the final straw was that made Roxsana flee…but I do know that it must... Read more
Did they know they’d hired a racist? It’s possible. Maybe they didn’t know how to identify a racist? Pointed questions could have helped. Maybe they didn’t care? Concern is born out of relationship and there is none. Maybe this is the way they want it? Truth. Racism disguised is still racism. Hoover, Alabama is open to everybody. Bullshit. Hoover is open to white folk. Racism there is barely disguised. After arriving early to meet a friend at a... Read more
*Back info: Civil rights legend Ray Hill’s obituary in the Houston Chronicle https://www.chron.com/news/houston-texas/houston/article/Ray-Hill-a-Houston-icon-and-civil-rights-13418968.php The first time we met… “Damn! You’re cute for a Baptist minister.” “Thank you?” “Although, most Baptist ministers really are ugly as shit.” “Fuck you Ray Hill.” Nobody would have mistaken Ray Hill for wealthy. He lived in a small apartment full of mementos from days gone by. Regardless of the (typical) insulting/humorous banter, the space provided context for the man. Ray... Read more
Stuff. Stuff. Stuff. How much turkey/dressing/pie/corn/casserole/rolls can you get down that little whole? Stuff. Stuff. Stuff. Once you are about to shit all over yourself and can’t consume anything else, you stop. Unable to move much, you pull the newspaper across the table. The ads fall out all over the table. Beautiful images adorn every page. Regardless of it all, you know what you want. Your television just isn’t as clear as it was when you got it six months... Read more
Manufactured. Thanksgiving? Evil. We give thanks for the rapes perpetuated by armed white men. We give thanks for the eradication of native peoples by armed white men. We give thanks for the enslavement of persons of color by armed white men. We give thanks for a culture of oppression built and maintained by armed white men. We give thanks for the white God created and protected by armed white men. We give thanks for armed white men. Thanksgiving? Evil. ... Read more
*For many years, I’ve been a theologian of Jonestown. The 918 people who died have long been my teachers. Though November 18, 1978 seems like a long time ago, it feels very fresh to me. The words. The pictures. The cries. The screams. When I was first asked to come to Oakland to deliver these words, I was terrified. How does one speak to the families and loved ones of 918 people? Ultimately, I was unable to go…but I sent... Read more
Over the last few days, I have engaged other activists about responding to the murder of Jemel Roberson. Repeatedly, I’ve heard the same response… “Who?” “Who?” “Who?” “I got this.” Who was he talking to? It didn’t matter then. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that Jemel Roberson was dedicated to being the absolute best that he could be. When he arrived at Manny’s Blue Room Lounge in Midlothian, Illinois, he was ready to do... Read more
“My brother…what’s your name?” I don’t remember how I met Quincy…but I know I’d never met someone more familiar. Over the years, we talked about the future. There was something deep within us that made us think that we could will the entire world to right. We were wrong. “Check it…I need to talk this over with you…look at all of this shit you get…this might be my ticket.” I looked at all of the pamphlets Quincy pushed... Read more
*From Congressman Dr. Michael Burgess’ Townhall at Denton High School in Denton, Texas on 06/18/2018 JH: With all due respect Congressman, this is a town hall…where I question you…not you question me. I asked you a question Congressman. And sir and sir…I think it is again disgusting and despicable to tell me that in 2011 I didn’t care about immigration. I’ve been caring about the gospel of Jesus Christ the entire time. I’m asking you if you... Read more
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